Entheo
"Running away huh?" Entheo said, looking back and down at the teacher from above. He let the phrase hang in the air, folding his arms over his chest.
They passed through the immaculate campus, passing all sorts of lovely girls in school uniforms. Whomever designed them must have really loved legs, because the skirts were short and the stockings really only served to highlight the legs even more. What was interesting was that the shirts were pretty tight too, so it was easy to size up a lazy from a quick glance. The men wore similar outfits to Entheo, and thus a lot less interesting to look at. Well at least for the young man.
"Entheo," he said, smiling at the teacher. "What should I call you? Professor, candy man, bird guy?"
Lawrence"...Lawrence will do." As he said that, a slight smirk crawled up his face. And with that, the two disappeared in the darkness of the academy's hearth.
The scholar soon dragged the boy to the lecture hall. A decorative, almost prestigious looking classroom, easily wide enough to fit a hundred people. And yet... today, it barely managed to house a quarter of that number. Those who were there looked roughed up, at least some of them.
And yet, the teacher clacked his cane against the gorgeous marble floor.
"Good morning everyone. I suppose most of you must have gotten my message last night. That is good. And that is why today will not be an official class. Instead, we will use today as an optional lecture to go over what we have learned until now. But before we begin, I would like to make an announcement."
He looked at each and every one of his students, even Entheo, and for a moment his expression darkened.
"Yesterday, as some of you might be aware, the district was attacked by an unknown entity. The damage... was not negligible, but as always we must thank our headmistress for the effort she puts in to ensure this is a peaceful den of learning. Reparations have, for the most part, been successful. But while she has the power to meld and control this school's every wall and structure by the atom... she cannot put together a broken pride."
Some students nodded in agreement... while others looked at their wounds in shame. And yet, Lawrence was looking at his very students with genuine pride from the deepest part of his soul.
"Our hearts. When those beasts attacked our friends, our families, our peers... they didn't attack a piece of rubble. Nor did they attack a mere library. They attacked our hearts. I am not encouraging anyone to seek them out, that is neither our place nor our duty. But in those times, we must be stronger than ever. We can show those who try to stomp our faces in the rubble that our hearts will not waver to their senseless violence. Against an unjust, unfair, and irresistible force, we all have a duty to oppose it with all-out might - and secure a better day for those we care for.
Even if that is the will of the world. Your responsibility, for each of you, is to rest. Get strong. Those who wish to visit their loved ones, as I notified, are free to do so. This will only be a lecture to help those who need it in the moment."
