That was… rough.
Lancet tried his best not to think about it, but trying not to think about something just meant you were thinking about it.
"Fuck!"
Lancet raised his face to the sky, overwhelmed by guilt. "Making decisions is pretty hard, huh?"
Yes, it was. But still, decisions had to be made. All he could do now was push the guilt and hide it somewhere in his heart then move on with what had to be done.
Minutes later, he arrived in the Residential Department with his Student Card in his hand. The corridors had gradually grown quieter the farther he moved from the main academic halls, the noise of a few students fading behind him until only the soft echo of his shoes remained.
The room was like he remembered it, long and well lit, lined with high counters of high grade wood and crystal terminals.
The students here were silent and respectful, standing in neat lines with forms in hand, while workers in crisp academy uniforms moved behind the counters with efficiency.
