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I'm going to the last one.
“Dad, why didn’t you come for us?” One of them asked the man. “You promised.”
“Sorry, sorry,” Realgar patted the boy on the head. “Something came up and I needed to urgently resolve some issues with the academy administration.”
“But you promised! The festival is almost over…”
“Well, no use crying over spilled milk; let’s better use this energy to make as many good memories as possible today, okay?” The boy nodded. Realgar turns his attention to the student standing nearby. “Oh, Lattro, can I help you with anything?”
Miya was in a slightly sad mood. She wasn’t sure, but it seemed that she and Eli hadn’t gotten too close since their first meeting.
"Maybe I just can’t compete with her favorite thing, weapons... It would be silly even to try; I will never become a real friend to her. Well, it’s enough that she means something to me. When you have two dear people, it motivates you more..."
Xenomia wanted to go back to her room and rest before future classes, but the last thought stopped her.
"I've been avoiding this for a long time, but it seems that it wasn't quite right. I need to write to my brother and ask him how he is doing, if everything is alright... It doesn't matter that Mom will also read it; I'll somehow arrange the letter so that it won't be scary. I love Alik too much to not communicate with him for so long."
To find inspiration, Miya goes up to the roof, tearing out leaves from her notebook along the way.
“There is nothing good about war, Eli,” Reila said coldly, without any emotion on her face.
“But there is nothing bad either,” Eli replied, shrugging. “It is just as much a part of life as everything else.”