"Some maleficers are better at hiding it than others. Usually the ones who have been doing it longer. I wouldn't recommend being alone with Masozi either."

"Noted."

Sophie isn't sure where this bitter feeling is coming from. She's right. Sophie shouldn't be hanging out with people who might drain the energy from her body and leave her a lifeless husk.

Masozi told her to be more dangerous. El looked - shocked, when Sophie offered to tutor her in Latin.

Maybe if that's all it takes to get her to let her guard down then she deserves to die.

(Maybe if a word from a stranger is all it takes to make her abandon someone, she deserves to go to Hell.)

Masozi overhears this conversation, of course, he's paying attention to everything. He doesn't comment on it and pretends not to have noticed. 

Everyone seems to be done collecting supplies, so he starts gathering people for the return trip. "Back to the cafeteria? Or somewhere else?" he asks the group. 

"...could we stop by our dorms to drop off supplies and then head back to the cafeteria?" Sophie asks. "I have - a note to give someone."

"I'd like to dump some stuff but I don't know that we live at all close together."

"I don't mind that." More walking means more mana accumulated, and he's at this point confident enough in the group situational awareness that he's not burning any by actively mal-searching.

"I'm in 223." 

"61, that doesn't sound close at all - Shannon, I don't mind walking to yours first, though." 

"196."

"563A."

"I'm in 132." 

"312"