Vin'cent watched the outside world zoom by as he listened to the instructors, admittedly with only one ear. He knew history quite well, but his knowledge of military history went only as far as school was concerned, as well as when C'ross felt it necessary to blab about it to him. Of course he remembered the Laibe admiral as well as many of the other men and women being depicted through these statues, but he was sure that his brother could name every one of them, even those not finished, and specify their life, exploits, and awards. He was at the front of the bus, which may have compromised his half-hearted attempted to pay attention to the instructor speaking. However, when Aka' spoke, he felt it necessary to acknowledge what she was saying. "Yes, madame president. I'll try not to wonder off."
Shouldn't be too hard, he wasn't worryingly enamored by war or those who fought it like his brother. Speaking of his brother, Vin'cent hadn't heard from him for a while. His last contact with his sibling was after C'ross left. He had sent a brusque and professional message structured like a report stating he had made it to his ship, of which he didn't specify the name or location. His father had been proud, of course, when the Youth Corps boy also stated that his message didn't have to be censored at all. He had never looked like that when Vin'cent brought back awards and scholarships for his intellectual pursuits. He was proud of that as well, of course, but not quite so much as he was when C'ross was shipped off. "That's alright. A species' destroyers are remembered rather than it's benefactors. I don't hold it against him." Vin'cent looked at his seat-mate, who happened to be Ra'chel. He noticed her stifle a yawn, noticeable by muscle movements around the mouth. (Creepy, I know, but he's entirely innocent.) "Would you rather be doing something else as well?" He asked quietly.