"Well...that was certainly an interesting session." Roden spoke quietly as he watched Gaige leave through the waiting area.

"How did it go Doctor?" Coco asked as she began packing up her things as they had attended to their last patient of the day.

"It went well, it was interesting...a little strange at some parts, but I'm already starting to see the source of her anger, another session or two should be enough." He explained as he looked to his wrist watch to check the time.

"And what would the source be?"

"From what I understand, it's a lack of trust for those around her and a lack of understanding." Roden quickly looked over his clipboard, memorising his next lineup of patients the next time his practice would be open. "Anyway, I need to be heading back now, I promised Sapphire I'd help her move more of her stuff into the apartment."

Coco looked at him with a curious expression. "Sapphire? Is that the name of your new roommate?"

"Yes, Sapphire Phoenix. She's just getting settled in and will take awhile for her to open up. I've got to be there soon or else it'll put her in a bad mood. Have a nice night Coco." He waved as he left the building, leaving Coco to herself.

She shook her head and pulled out a photo of her and Roden. They were stood outside the practice building, arms around each other's shoulders and smiles on their faces. It was the day they had first opened the practice, a happy memory for her, as that was the day she started a job that was both challenging and enjoyable, and was her first real job after her corrupt employer from Crystal Prep. Now she had a boss that treated her not just with respect and kindness, but treated her as a friend.

She smiled and placed the photo back in her purse before taking out her key to the building and walking out, locking the door behind her.

Later

"That the last of it?" Roden asked as he set a box down in the living room of the apartment.

Sapphire counted the boxes present and nodded. "Yeah, that's the last one, thank you."

"You want me to help unpack?"

Sapphire shook her head as she lifted a couple of CDs out of a box. "No, it's alright, I can do it myself."

"You sure, it's no trouble."

Sapphire nodded. "I'm sure, you've helped me enough already."

"Well, alright, if you need me I'll be in my bedroom." Roden shrugged as he walked away towards his room. Once he was in, he closed the door and sighed.

"Octavia still on your mind?"

"Of course she is. This isn't exactly something you can stop thinking about."

"Just relax for a little while before going to sleep, I'm sure the rest will do you good. Plus, we're having dinner with mother tomorrow, and she'll know if something is on your mind or if you haven't slept enough." Zanny made a good point, Chrysalis was a master at reading emotions, more so than him. It was extremely difficult to get things past her, it was like she could feel the same emotions at the same time and describe them perfectly.

"Yeah, you're right, might as well just kick back for awhile." He walked over to his desk where his PC was set up. After logging in and waiting a few moments for everything to start up, he entered Steam and browsed through the games that were currently on sale before closing it down and opening Team Fortress 2. He played in a few public matches, mainly as the Spy, before playing on competitive servers.

"Why do you even play competitive in this game? There's no rewards, all there is are some ranks that mean nothing and your team always expects you to play like a God or something." The ever curious Zerlinda asked as he brother back stabbed an enemy medic before killing the heavy it was healing.

"I don't know, I just like playing on different modes with different kinds of people."

"Even the squeakers?"

"Why do you think I disabled player voices?"

"Smart move..."

The next day

Roden took a sip of his tea as he sat across from Celestia and Luna in the principals office. "So, how many have signed up so far?" He added as he set the cup,down and looked to his aunts.

"Well...quite a few actually, we weren't able to get them all in due to your schedule being filled up and we were in no position to change things without your consent." Celestia replied as she slid a small pile of files on the students that we're currently signed up for his therapy sessions.

He gave them all a quick once over before nodding and placing the files in his bag. "Thank you, I'll get Coco to arrange the meetings as soon as I can." He spoke with a small smile under his scarf. "Now, is there some other reason why you've brought me here or should I be on my way?"

Both Luna and Celestia looked to each other nervously. "Well...there is something else."

"And she waits for us to respond instead of telling us something that could be important."

"Alright then, what's the reason?" Roden asked as he set his empty cup down and looked at them expectantly.

Luna was the one to continue. "Well, you see, one of the students that we have here is related to the one involved in the...incident"

"Ok..."

"He wanted to attend one of the sessions...but I think we all know he had no intention of sitting down and talking it out." Celestia continued.

"So, we declined him. We know how it's hard for you to accept the past, and we didn't want him doing anything rash." Luna finished.

"I see..." Roden thought for a moment. "But...I would eventually like to meet him one on one. I know he's been misinformed about everything and blames us for his fathers imprisonment." He admitted. "He deserves to know what really happened that night." He felt the sharp pain in his scar while Zanny and Zerlinda remained silent.

He'd confront this person eventually, but he had other things to do and people to confront beforehand. "It's Rider Sight, isn't it?" He asked, resulting in a nod. "Alright, then I can leave that for now. If there's anything else it'll have to wait, I need to get going, got a bit to catch up on in maths, goodbye for now aunties." He waved as he walked through the doors.

Author's Notes:

If you find any mistakes, please point the, out so I may fix them.

I hope you enjoyed.