lessons for lost boys

His attitude didn't surprise her. All Theory felt was a deep sadness at his snippy tone. He hadn't chosen to be brought up like this and he was suffering because of it. "I wanted to ask how you were feeling," Theory said, turning to him and leaving the ocean behind her. The sound of the waves created a calming background loop that she hoped would set the tone for their talk. She was hoping to wrap up a fighting lesson in here somewhere; with any luck it would capture his interest. Maybe if he could venture a little bit deeper into the hows and whys of his feelings, they might uncover something useful to help them train. Theo knew from experience that it was hard to fight effectively when your mind was fueled by rage or anger. "Do you like the bay?" It was one of her own personal places of reflection, halfway between their mainland homeland and the islands they'd spent the last few seasons on.