Nobody spoke. Charles Leone had been an arrogant misogynistic prick, and I hadn't liked him, and he'd nearly gotten Belle killed breaking formation, and he'd died screaming when a dimensional guardian caught him for the crime of thinking Frame Perfect made him untouchable. But he was dead, and the room felt his absence the way rooms feel a missing chair.
"So," Tsukishima said, softer now. "Whichever of you feels like talking. Not a lecture. Not a report. Just tell them what it was like, so they can stop asking each other and start listening to me."
A Ruby first-year raised her hand halfway, reconsidered mid-gesture, and just blurted it out. "Is it true the gate sealed behind you?"
