Damn, dude. Your fights must've been hella more intense than the ones I got into on campus.

[ She spots some actual torches, though, and gives an Aha! as she rushes over. They're a little more old fashioned than what she's used to, but she figures it'll do. She's just gotta pick the one she likes best now. ]

I was at Blackwell on scholarships. Super prestigious school, hard as hell to get in to, and they got pissed because after my dad died, I just stopped giving a shit. So when I started to get into fights, the rich kids would get a slap on the wrist, and I got suspended the first few times, and then told not to come back anymore.