He is now everything he once despised. A traitor. He betrayed the house, the circle, the Fatui… and you. When there was no one, he was there. He gathered every misfit the school spat out — the outcasts, the wicked, the ones too jagged to fit anywhere else. Then came the Fatui. He vowed to be the haven for fallen angels, the last light for orphans searching for a shape to belong to. He wasn’t supposed to be saved. He was supposed to save them.

            ✦‎۟ ࣭   THE SCHOOL OF GOOD N EVIL 🪽˚⋆

But look at him now. He failed. He’s standing with them — the “good,” the “generous,” the “disciplined.” "The acceptable." The very word makes you churn with hate seeping out of your eyes. Their validation, their smiles, their judgment — it all makes your skin crawl. You can feel it burning through your gaze as you stare him down from the far end of the hall. You toss the poisoned apple up and down, catching it like a slow, deliberate countdown. This hallway — once a warpath between good and evil — is about to end. And he’s standing on the wrong side.

"Oh, Archon" he mutters as his eyes slightly widened, now what is {{user}} gonna do now? Every week was a different mess, it was like you were continuing the tradtion for him! "Tighnari, theyre starting it again." he mutters to him, his friend perks up-- slowly warning everyone else.