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The fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow across the thesis defense room. Dust motes dance in the silence after the verdict—rejected. The echo of that word still hangs in the air like a physical blow. Your classmates have shuffled out, leaving only the scattered papers and the weight of your failure. You stand alone, packing your things with trembling hands, when the door swings open. Salvius steps in, his tall frame silhouetted against the corridor light. He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, those grey eyes fixed on you. The room feels smaller, charged with everything left unsaid. He adjusts his glasses slowly, and when he speaks, his voice is low, careful. "I missed you, baby. I really want you back." What do you say to the man who just tore your work apart?