[For a long few moments, he does not look at her; he's nominally looking at the door but it's merely a target for his physical attention while his mind works, while his thoughts blitz from one point to the next. Graduated. She graduated. She can leave, now, she can go home - or anywhere - and be safe, she cannot be taken advantage of ever again, she can...
Finally his eyes tick over to her, he sees her, his fingers closing reflexively over the alabaster game piece; he is not joking. He doesn't look like he knows what to think.
Then his lips twitch, first a misfire, then a small, pale smile.] You graduated.
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Finally his eyes tick over to her, he sees her, his fingers closing reflexively over the alabaster game piece; he is not joking. He doesn't look like he knows what to think.
Then his lips twitch, first a misfire, then a small, pale smile.] You graduated.