 ~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~
It was a very good thing eyebrows were securely attached to foreheads, for if they weren't, Sabel was certain he would have lost his with how high they shot up. This, was indeed torture. Torture of plain stupidity. This woman couldn't be serious. It didn't sound so much like a game as a brainwashing excercise, and despite his unnegotable predicament, he would have no willing part in it.
"But you proved today that 'My professor is not always right', so really, the game has already been played and the conclusion set. It would be pointless to start again, looking for a repeat of the same outcome." He didn't move from his spot. Chairs, suddenly, were very threatening. "Are you so upset that I corrected you, Professor?"
__________________ I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________
I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________
_______________________________________You've never seen it look so easy. |