Daemon slipped out of the cafeteria silently, relieved he'd had the meal to himself to rebuild his shaky composure. It was going to be a hellish day. He couldn't avoid everyone forever. His own conscience wouldn't let him. He needed to speak to Ren. And Renji. And the other three he'd encountered before dawn - the Shinigami and the male named Zex, although he'd seen over the bulletin boards that at least that particular male seemed to be quite alright this day.

He gave a quiet sigh as he slipped out into the sunlight, tucking his hands in the pockets of his robe although in truth, the chill didn't bother him much at the moment.

He'd find them all in a little while. In the meantime, he needed just a little while longer to himself, he decided evasively, moving to stroll through the courtyard, relishing the appearance of freedom and the crisp, fresh air.