He'd felt it again that day.

A revulsion, a visceral hate that left him almost breathless. At least, he thought it was hate. He wasn't sure, but it was extremely negative to his senses.

And he felt it every time Knight Iscandar saw him.

If he was being honest, it wasn't every time she saw him. Thinking back, he realised that she would get a hold of herself as their interactions in class progressed. And she never acted on her hate in the slightest way. Still, for his burgeoning empathetic talent, the knowledge that one of his teachers hated him was something of a punch to the gut. What had he done?

Khoovi, being only a pup, knew he didn't have the experience to really understand what was going on. So he looked at the situation from a more removed point of view. Did it matter? She did not seem to treat him any differently from the other cadets.

Did she?

Khoovi needed a wider pool of information, and that required research.

"Excuse me," he said. "I have a question for you, if you don't mind."