Kairi's words had spurred Conklin on to look for one of the clubs. The History club sounded interesting, so he limped over to the small gathering in the Sun Room. There was a calculating look in his nurse's eyes, as he limped off to the meeting, and he knew that by the end of the day, he was probably going to end up stuffed in a wheelchair.

He hated wheelchairs. Sure, he could maneuver in one just fine, but that didn't change the fact that he hated them.

Since he'd been listening closely, he'd been able to catch bits of Homura's explanation as he limped towards everyone. Revenge and escape? I like those ideas. He established himself on the outer fringe of the group, noting that the sociopath-boy - Zexion - was there, too. Oh well. It's a free country. At least...I think it is. Where are we, anyway?