Damian turned to face his professor fully, his expression shifting from gentle concern to something harder, more resolute.
"Thank you for taking care of her… For teaching her and for giving her a safe place to recover. I'm genuinely grateful for everything you've done."
His sincerity was obvious.
Then he reached down and drew his gun from its concealed holster.
Seraphina's eyes narrowed slightly, her body tensing, but she didn't move.
Damian held the weapon out to her, grip first, offering it peacefully.
"Kill me right here if you want to. If you genuinely believe that what I did was wrong, that those students deserved to live… that humanity needs pathetic sexual assaulters like them to protect itself.
