Chapter 79:
meet the bloodbriars
They return years later.
That’s how I measure success.
Not grades.
Not compliance.
Retention.
“…Miss Vonreichsin?”
I look up.
Three former students.
All of them… familiar.
Quiet.
Reserved.
Outsiders.
“…You didn’t change,” one says.
“…Incorrect,” I reply.
“…I refined.”
They smile.
“…You told us not to become like them,” another says.
“…And yet,” I reply,
“…you learned how to function anyway.”
“…Because of you.”
Pause.
I study them.
They’re stable.
Composed.
Still themselves.
Good.
“…Then you listened.”
“…We did.”
They hesitate.
“…Do you ever… regret it?” one asks.
“…Encouraging us to be… like this?”
“…No,” I answer immediately.
“…Why?”
I lean back slightly.
“…Because you’re not miserable.”
Silence.
They laugh.
“…Fair.”
As they leave, one turns back.
“…You saved us.”
I don’t respond.
I don’t need to.
That was never the point.
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