He has his ways. [ Diabolical ways, though there was no way she was going to voice that out loud he might hear them. Though similarly, it could be possible that their group had been victims to his experiments more than they were aware of.

That, plus the idea that there was someone possibly similar that he would get along with, pushed her to quickly set aside the idea and focus solely on the person in front of her, the pink tinge barely noticeable on her expression when she met his eyes with a smile. ] Only fifty? Wouldn't that mean we wouldn't show up on each other's results at all?

[ But knowing he thought so was its own comfort, even though she honestly hadn't thought she would care so much about the matches when Sein handed her the envelope after explaining, figuring that none of the names she may have considered would appear only to have it snatched out of her hands just as quickly.

The moogle's high shriek of "How dare they!" had rung in her ears for quite some time after she had gone to see the publicly posted flyers herself, despite his protests. ]

Maybe the one responsible for printing them read the results wrong, or holds a grudge for whatever reason. [ Because it was much more encouraging to believe that when looking at the two percent number. ]