don't wait for a knight in shinin' armor, your savior's reflected in the mirror

[perpend]

[That sure was a fucking thing. That execution was a fucking thing. Those secrets are a fucking thing.

Cabanela retreats to his room, but not for all that long. Everyone will get a note eventually, written in very neat handwriting

I do not plan on bowing down to threats and intimidation. If you did not act, it means you were, like me, aware of the risk, but decided against it. Your reasons are entirely your own.

Join me in the dining room if you agree enough is enough, and that you won't acquiesce to threats. I don't plan to let this stop me, and neither should you.

-C

In the dining room itself, Cabanela has set up coffee and tea for those who want it-- there's no food, because to be honest, he doesn't know how to cook. Two more candles have been lit-- he wasn't really sure what to do about the whole... parasite thing... so Fern's candle will have to make due.]

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[destage]

...That's why I was hoping that school would work out, you know? I could...finally get out of there, and do something on my own terms.

[...It's a bit more idly said, than anything--her tone kind of going blank, there, before she turns back to look at Rideaux.]

As long as they have us under their thumb, there's nothing we can do. They decide everything short of how we live and die. [...] They should be the ones here. Not us.

[evilfrenzy]

[School? Rideaux assumes she doesn't mean this school. And the last thing he heard about that school...

...

His smile is a bitter one as he looks back at her. What he says next is probably the most cryptic thing he's said yet.]

And sometimes even that.

[But he seems to be quick to move on from it.]

Ah, if only it was that simple. Unfortunately, I can only imagine the mass chaos that would ensue for us back home if it was them and not us. Maybe that would be worth it, though.