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The dormitories are silent and empty during the school day, and even on the afternoons and weekends most of Ohtori Academy's student population prefer to spend their time out of doors when the weather permits.

If you are alone in a dormitory, the silence can be comforting, a welcome change from the noise and often inane chatter.

It can also be oppressive, hanging heavy in the air like the unnatural stillness before a thunderstorm.

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Access to the political network of the Black Rose Circle is nothing to be sneezed at. Rumor has it that there are highly-place government bureaucrats involved in the seminar--but then, so little is known about the seminar that all kinds of rumors fly around.

That's what he told Moiraine about Souji Mikage.

"What?" he says slowly, stupid hope dawning in his face.

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The blossoming of hope, unfolding like the petals of a rare flower, is a beautiful thing to watch. So fragile. So delicate.

'We are distressed by the future prospects of the Academy.' His facial expression does not change; his gaze remains fixed on Saionji. 'Your talent is...precious.'

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You will find, perhaps, that black roses are not the most desirable of flowers.

And that's what Moiraine had replied.

The words seem faraway and faded, like something he read in a book long ago. While this is like a dream; a dream he's had a thousand times, finally coming true.

He can feel a smile crawling over his face. It seems entirely unconnected to himself. "I see. So that's how it is."

"What do you want in exchange?"

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'Well, then.' Suddenly, he is very business-like. This is a transaction, after all, an important transaction, and it must be done properly. 'There is one item that we would like from you.'

A brief pause.

'A trifle, really.'

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He follows Mikage's gaze, and if there's any part of him that protests--

(if your soul hasn't given up entirely)

--it's faint, and far away, and he stopped listening to it long ago.

A trifle, really. Only that and nothing more.

absolute destiny apocalypse

He nods.