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>Ask her how to get the other two Faction Leaders as teachers.
It may not be enough. Ironmouse knows stuff that neither Salome nor Gura knows, but, at the same time, Salome knows stuff that neither Ironmouse nor Gura knows… and Gura knows stuff that neither desuwa nor dinosaur knows too! To Helen, this is a very serious problem. Why can’t a lawyer also be a mechanic? Why can’t a ninja go to med school? Why can’t a carpenter also be a vTuber? She won’t have it. Helen wants it all! Decisively, she snaps her last drawing from Ironmouse’s hand.
▲ Ironmouse: Oh, you want it back?
▲ Zentreya: It’s drawing.
Indeed she is. As if the exam was in its final seconds, Helen is drawing the other two Faction Leaders also by the blackboard, next to the cartoonish Ironmouse drawn into the paper. As a little smoke leaves the tip of her pencil, she hands the drawing back to the still teary-eyed leader of the North, who has a good look at it with a face full of hope
and frowns enough to make Helen flinch.
▲ Ironmouse: You want Gura and the desuwa girl to teach you too. Am I not good enough?
......oh, no. Oh, no. Ironmouse giggles.
▲ Ironmouse: Don’t worry, don’t worry! Of course, you’d feel that way if you saw someone as fucked up as I am. It’s ok! It makes sense! Because I’m a Faction Leader and yet… I can’t… stop… crying…!
Zentreya shares a glance with Helen, conveying a deep, secret feeling: the raw fear of having to comfort someone herself. Ironmouse had locked herself in a dragon suit just to cry alone, so- perhaps she felt weak? Powerless before her burden? Always quick to think, those few years in the jungle let Helen quickly realize that this insensitive remark of hers may cost her the only teacher she could have had
if she doesn’t do something /right now/! Twist the facts! Justify them! Hug her! Whatever! Aaaaaa it’s contagious-!
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