Letting out a frustrated huff, Handsome watched as Miss Urquart threw away the pieces of her artwork. "I'm just trying to avoid getting you into trouble. I imagine you've gone through more than has been visible to the public. Expulsion won't help you," he tried to explain. It was awful, not being able to help someone who really needed it.
It didn't seem like she was all that interested in his talk, and that was because it was talk. What solutions did he, a barely-eighteen boy with an artificial title have? Money, while solving many of life's problems, couldn't solve prejudice. Neither could the influences of powerful people, as much as he liked to believe that.
"I'm sorry. Just... don't go getting yourself in something you can't fix," he sighed with a shake of his head.
Like that was likely.
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It didn't seem like she was all that interested in his talk, and that was because it was talk. What solutions did he, a barely-eighteen boy with an artificial title have? Money, while solving many of life's problems, couldn't solve prejudice. Neither could the influences of powerful people, as much as he liked to believe that.
"I'm sorry. Just... don't go getting yourself in something you can't fix," he sighed with a shake of his head.
Like that was likely.
— set by MJ —