Even though the culture was toxic, even though it hurt people and created suffering, it clearly served a purpose. A cold, calculated, strategic purpose.
And for the first time since arriving at the academy, Jelo wondered if he was wrong for questioning it. Maybe this was just how things had to be. Maybe there was no other way to forge the kind of strength humanity needed to survive in this new, dangerous world where monsters existed and aliens might return at any moment.
The thought sat uncomfortably in his mind as they continued walking back to their dormitories.
_ _ _ _
Teacher Olmo leaned back in his chair, letting out a slow breath as he ran a hand through his hair. Across from him, Jasmine rested lightly against the edge of the desk, watching quietly, giving him space to speak. There was no formal urgency in the room, just the kind of quiet that allowed one to speak freely, to voice frustrations without interruption.
