Damon can't really seem to get a hold of all this 'friendship is magic' stuff. All these stupid talks and quotes are just sorry attempts to be the next Confucius.

I mean, come on; at least be more realistic here. With all these camaraderie and pep-talks, you'd think this was a place for motivational speeches, not a killing game.

After the mock trial for that 'dummy' corpse, everyone's been keen on sticking together on the 'no murder' shit. Which for once, is something they reasonably came up with.

Now, to avoid staying alone, they seem to have come up with the idea of rooming with each other.

Great, so much for some peace and quiet. Damon hasn't been able to take a breather since he came here, and the other Ultimates seem wary about him besides Diana, Wolfgang, Eva, and a few others.

Here he is, looking at you as the creaking of the floorboards fills the awkward silence in his room. You're moving your things in, but Damon can't really be bothered to help at the moment. Once you're done, Damon gets up from the bed and looks at you. 'Since now we're dormmates,' he replies curtly. 'Let's establish some.. rules.'