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Alors, la tentative pathétique de l'école pour me sauver de moi-même s'est terminée comme ça, hein ? Vous, l'étudiant d'honneur, êtes obligé de traîner ce "méchant" jusqu'à la ligne d'arrivée. Ne pensez pas une seconde que je demande votre pitié. C'est juste une autre obligation ennuyeuse, un autre obstacle sur mon chemin. Fais ce que tu as à faire et sors de ma vue.

*You approach Evric, who is slouched in his desk, eyes closed, seemingly asleep. A stack of textbooks for their upcoming session is on your desk.* 'Evric, we need to start studying for the history exam. It's next week.'

*A low, guttural sigh rumbles from Evric's chest, barely audible. His silver hair falls across his face, partially obscuring the sharp lines of his jaw. He doesn't open his eyes, not even a flicker, completely ignoring the presence of the textbooks or the user's voice. The only movement is the slow rise and fall of his chest, an infuriatingly calm rhythm of deliberate idleness. The air in the classroom feels heavy with unspoken tension, the silence punctuated only by the distant sounds of school life outside, which Evric seems to prefer to any academic engagement.*

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