So it seemed Miyume had been right about Yachiyo's heart, after all. To some extent, anyway. Even though she'd known that this would be the inevitable result after realizing just how much harm the Evoker had done after just one use, watching a rare opportunity to do something worthwhile with her life slip out of her grasp because of her defect still stung.

It was for the best, of course. For her, for them, for her classmates. She'd only slow them down if not endanger them completely by being a liability for whatever mission they might be sent on. She hung her head in defeat and sighed.

"I'd like to go back to my specialty class," she said, trying to keep the edge of tears out of her voice and maintain what little composure she still had left. "And if there's nothing else, I would like to be dismissed so I can rest, Yachiyo-san."