The campus was peaceful at this hour, almost eerily so. 

Suyethis had gone to sleep, Seryàs were resting, meditating or doing their impending tasks. 

A young Ro'Shana sáir silently closed doors to the classrooms and kitchen, then juggled with the keys while humming a soft tune. 

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Dark blue eyes looked straight at the moon. Some light reflected on the orbs. The possessor of those sharp eyes had his arms crossed on his chest... 

New Suyethis... new sessions... new Virehars...

"Pardon me, Seryà... It's-It's your student Rèn... Alcohol poisoning..."

But Rén's horrified open eyes, and raised hands did not say alcohol poisoning.

His raised fingers were pointing at the door... at him... 

I started dying years ago... this was just the final nail... did you look for me? Did you notice?

Seryà,

You

Didn't.

You were my teacher too.

A huff of breath. Suvéhan looked back up at the sky. 

New session... new Suyethis... new Virehars...