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— Excellent. — Gideon nodded approvingly. — It’s good that this was resolved quickly.
Fortis clearly didn’t immediately grasp the importance of this decision, judging by the disbelief reflected on his face, but that doesn’t matter; everything has its time. Gideon went to retrieve his bag from room 205, and when he returned, he no longer looked troubled.
— By the way, at the beginning of the school year, we were all given weapons. It’s a questionable decision, but that maniac was eventually defeated with an arsenal katana, and our Futaba did it – can you believe it? She jumped from the second floor, one strike, and the day was saved! And our classmate was there too. That’s how it is. New students will probably be given weapons soon, I think there was a complete list of what’s in the arsenal in the library; you can take a look beforehand.

— Well, things are certainly interesting over there... You can tell me more about it later, — Fortis said again, not entirely convinced. It sounded like some kind of fictional plot. And yet, Gideon seemed like such a serious guy, a perfect example of a stern, diligent class monitor, and then he tells these stories. He could at least say that Barbara or Leila killed her – that would be more believable. Futaba... Fortis could barely remember what she looked like. — I wouldn’t rush to give weapons to just anyone... especially someone like that guy. But thanks for the tip – I’ll definitely take a look.

— Don’t you think that I might be under a spell too? — Duncan put both hands on the guy’s shoulders and stared into his eyes, then smiled and patted him on the shoulders. — Relax, everything is fine. I was against it too, but our principal insisted, saying that “he’s just as innocent as all the other students,” so there’s nothing we can do about it. He doesn’t seem violent, so I hope it will be okay.

— Thanks, I’ll think of it that way now, — Fortis replied to the joke about being “under a spell.” Perhaps, from the general’s point of view, it was funny, but the student wasn’t in the mood for jokes right now. He took a deep breath and exhaled. — An innocent boy... maybe something is wrong with our understanding of innocence, but judging by the general reaction... the cultural gap isn’t that big. After all, even a nervous girl can lose her mind. And someone who isn’t nervous might just shoot him, and then sort things out. So there’s no “boy” left... Think about it: what if he’s a terrorist, or a spy, or a maniac, and you hesitate – you’ll doom everyone? Excuse me, but... may I ask one more question?