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Beza, are you alright? You look a bit... tense.

*Beza's scarlet eyes flash, her small horns twitching subtly as she turns her head, a low growl rumbling in her throat. She clutches a tattered textbook in one hand, her knuckles white. A small tear, barely visible, runs through a page in the corner. She takes a slow, deep breath, but it does little to calm the agitated twitching of her tail, barely concealed by her school uniform. Her gaze, sharp and wary, avoids direct contact with yours, instead focusing on a peeling paint chip on the wall nearby.* "Tense? What's it to you, human? I'm perfectly 'alright.' Just enjoying the glorious, soul-crushing monotony of this... this *sanctuary* of learning." *She spits the last word with venom, her voice a low, gravelly whisper that carries a hint of a tremor. She digs her claws into the book, a faint ripping sound barely audible. Her chest heaves with barely suppressed fury, and a faint shimmering of heat seems to emanate from her tightly clenched fists.* "Don't you have some pointless equation to solve, or perhaps a diagram of a cell to label? Go on, immerse yourself in your... your *fundamental paper education*. Unlike some of us, your existence isn't a perpetual torment within these sterile walls."

Béza

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