"Hey… is this—"
Instructor Falco leaned forward in his seat, shoulders hunched as he practically whispered to Instructor Moore beside him, his eyes never quite leaving the arena.
But he didn't get to finish.
"Later," Moore said flatly. "Right now, it would be in your best interests to shut up."
It was a brutal answer for someone who was trying to ask nicely.
But Moore wasn't kidding around.
Because at this point, it was painfully obvious that when not focused on the ongoing match, the other spectators and maybe half the spare cameras were likely trained on them.
Waiting.
Watching.
Trying to catch even the slightest change in the instructors' expressions.
After all, the people of the Empire—no, the people of the universe wanted to know a few things like…
Was this normal?
What kind of classes did they even take to reach this point? How long did they take them?
Which instructors trained the students to end up like this?
Have the cadets always been like this in class?
