Julius Exit

It was painful to watch Susan brave through the emotions she was having. Trying so hard to muster them down deep under the depths of one soul, just to do their job. There really was something to be said about such professionalism, for better or for worse. Unlike the earlier Cadets, she actually got a lot of information out of him. It did confirm a few things for him, thankfully. But this entire conversation would finally reach its inevitable end. Even if the Prince knew it, it didn't make it any easier to watch her begin to crumble. He soon gave an order to the surveillance operator to relay to the guards. "We're done here. Let the Cadet leave. Put the Psyche-Terrorist where he belongs."

The man nodded back at Julius before speaking through the radio and pressing on the necessary commands to unlock the exit. The door would open for Susan to leave. And as soon as she left, the door would close behind her and the guards still stood stoically by the door. They wouldn't even eye the Cadet as she left. It was only when she was gone from sight that the guards would deal with Gabriel Gatsby and lead him to his isolated cell.

The Prince firmly addressed to the Third Class Cadets. There was not much in the way of words, nor any way of congratulations. Though in a way, he had to blame himself for thinking newcomers could handle something so important as this with some degree of success. "What happened here, I want you to practice discretion and keep it to yourselves unless necessary for any future mission tasks. I want a report written to me about what you learned here. You're dismissed."


He would still stay here for Susan, at the least. His expression was less severe, more gentle even, as he began to pull out a handkerchief for her from his pocket. "Are you alright, Susan?"