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Chapter Eleven: Student and Attendant
When Kilvic took his seat, Moss and Stratin made failed attempts at concealing their emotions towards the debacle. But Ariadne made no such attempt, the compassion was written all over her face when she turned to him.
“I’m so sorry,” she said, and meant it.
The apology brought him confusion.
“Why?” he asked her, curious. There were only a few reasons a person would feel the need to apologize in such a manner, and by the life of him he had no idea what her crime could’ve been. “What have you done?” he added.
Ariadne drew a blank, her confusion usurping her compassion.
“Aren’t you…” She trailed off when she saw the other boys shaking their heads. “Am I missing something?”
“Look at him,” Stratin told her.
“Ok,” she complied, skeptical. After a while, she turned back to him, confused. “What am I looking for?”
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