Sakuramoria

-- No, that's not what I meant... Sorry if it sounds that way, but I have a simple thought: the cultural differences between you, me, or Futaba aren't that significant. At our core, we are similar: we value our comrades, and we don't like it... To put it mildly, we don't like it when something happens to them or someone tries to do them harm.
-- Futaba spent all her diplomatic skills, a huge amount of words, and almost threats at the ceremonies to make General Mandragora ease up on what was happening, if not completely cancel it, and in the end, yes, with a little help from Teacher Ianira, the situation was completely resolved. In Futaba's actions, I saw her attitude and her diligence. In this regard, my neighbor earned my great respect then, but I'm a little uncomfortable seeing that... Well, never mind, it's not important.
-- Perhaps, we shouldn't delve too deeply into this topic, because you probably just came here to study, not to get involved in all sorts of stories, -- said Varya, for whom some of Oleg's answers seemed like an attempt to escape from reality -- if that's the case, then he is, unfortunately, not ready for a more frank conversation. Although, it was a little sad that she couldn't rely on a fellow refitter to open up about his thoughts, as she had hoped.
Varya smiled slightly awkwardly.
-- I probably shouldn't burden you... But the situation for Futaba is clearly not entirely simple, that's what I wanted to say. Don't think that I'm walking around with a sour face or something... But I have to choose my words carefully.