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Precocious child. He tends to alienate his classmates - whether by intention or by lack of understanding, Crawford has yet to divine. He's wary and near-feral, and hates people seeing him when he's weak, screaming at the voices or pale and sickly with dark shadows under his eyes.

He begs favour and cigarettes off the other prefects, the same way he does from him, Crawford assumes, though the assumption stings. Schuldig's mouth is hot on his skin like the mark of a cane - and Crawford can think in those terms, because he's seventeen years old and starting to forget.