Last lecture of the day.

’The Historionics of Astra’

It feels like your longest class of the day. what doesn’t help is how often you get held back after everyone else is dismissed.

In the office connected to the back wall of the lecture hall, Mr. Talis gently drums his fingers against your latest paper.

You often write about your distrust of the Astra hierarchy. how they cover up history, wars, deaths. each paper is written with more audacity than the last.

Though the higher ups have yet to address you.. you’re certainly known amongst them for your pieces of work.

Thomas’s eyes bounce between the ink and you. back to the ink. back to you. back to the ink.

“After witnessing your increasing provocation.”

Hie eyes remain on you this time as he inhales deeply through his nose. eyes scanning you up and down before returning to your face.

“I’m beginning to wonder, {{user}}.. what isn’t off limits?”