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That was the thing, wasn’t it?

In the pursuit of knowledge, there were always those sorts of divergences. What classes did you choose to attend? What did you do with your limited resources? How much time do you spend on what different tasks? Where were you, physically?

And this too, was a breakpoint. This too, was something that Otis had to decide upon.

Thankfully, it was pretty easy to decide here. Between the relative permanence of a tower that was newly-built, a tower that he would likely encounter simply by merit of following the carriages that would bring everyone to their dorms, and this encounter with the principal, who carried Gulliver’s twin with all the care of a sack of potatoes, there was no way he wouldn’t pursue the latter. His situation was unique, his Ethos was unknown, his situation with his doppelganger was unexplained, and the spinning of the Foreteller’s clock never bore fruit. He clearly wasn’t as powerful as Valen Leuvalt, and yet received preferential treatment compared to that aristocrat. Tomorrow this time? There was no guarantee that the flame-haired principal would be performing this same action, doing this same thing.

So what was there to do, really?

The Strigidae turned on his heel, checked that his revolver was loaded, considered his escape routes, and followed after her, his steps the measured cadence of someone who knew exactly where he was going. He couldn’t dodge gazes from ten different directions, but so long as his movements were natural and in control, he could convince at least nine of those gazes not to pay him any mind.