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- Wow, - Bertrand mused. - Yes, I understand the reasons why something like this might happen. And what do you think about it? I mean, about the reasons behind these events, not about our involvement. It's clear that sending cadets to war isn't exactly normal.
- I'm glad that someone else in this school shares such seemingly obvious views, like a dislike for war. Usually, they start talking about the state, a strong ruler, and other childish ideals. Although, it's not surprising in a military academy, - Lattro sighed. - But let's not talk about sad things. Do you remember Galmey? That weirdo who used to tell us tall tales on the roof. Have you seen him again? They say he was hitting on other girls from our class. He'll also be competing against us, I'll shoot him with paint, ha-ha. A strange guy. Maybe it's for the best that...
He paused, peering into the darkness.
- Am I hallucinating, or is that... Imir?.. And Prez?
- You said not to talk about sad things? Galmey... What a pathetic creature, brr... - Remembering the white-haired preacher, she grimaced as if she had eaten something sour, and then she saw Imir and Parfinoru. - He's the same height as her, what is she thinking? Aha-ha, what a funny couple.