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[Compared to the other two, Oswald is much more difficult to get time with. He only appears on school grounds on Tuesdays and Sundays.

Nonetheless if you're determined... he can be found. Most of that time is spent hovering around the Faculty Office. It's almost like the Entrance Exam made him anxious of just walking around freely or something...]

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[throwabookatit]

[ This man really is a dead-end. If there's another way, he won't be willing to try it, until he's wrung every drop of life out of all of them, and maybe himself, to boot.

It's with a drained, almost cold tone that she asks her next question. ]

If that's the case...can you at least answer why you seem intent on gifting us painful memories? The things you leave outside our doors. You must know...some of their significance. Mementos of those gone, or...unflattering photos.

[ She says this, though she's thinking of the one in her room, there to greet her each morning now. ]

That hardly seems necessary, to your...cause.

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They are not provided by us, but rather by the Administration Building. But nonetheless we are responsible for delivering them to you as they're not here to do it themselves.

[He himself hasn't done it, but he's aware of the strange ritual.]

I'm sure they think they're doing you a service by offering you tokens from home. Likely they're too dumb to realize that they can be more painful than they are helpful.

[He has something like that himself so... he knows.]

[throwabookatit]

I would think a brutal picture of one of your close friend from home, or one of your "classmates," dead, would be something no person in their right mind would find comforting, but then, we've established, your administration is probably missing a few screws.

[ Despite the tone of the conversation, she can't help the bitterness from rising in her voice. Just wait until she sees Ashton's jacket, honestly... ]

How do they get those, anyway? Same way as...all of us?

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[He won’t argue with her. He’s always felt that way about certain individuals above him.]

In complete honesty... that is not a question I’ve ever asked them. But I can do so once I’m able to visit that building again.

[Right now, in a wheelchair, there’s no truly safe way to make that trip.]

[throwabookatit]

...Then...I suppose I should come back again, next time you're in. To follow up.

[ She doesn't seem happy about that, but. Well, might as well. ]

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You're welcome any time.

[Hopefully next time he won't be so much... like this.]