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Synthetic Seraph
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Jon nodded at Ann's agreements. Now that he was ready to set aside his improvised dinner aside, he fiddled with his hands. "Tomorrow's Friday. My taking an afternoon off from the constant schedule of training was one thing. But I still basically want to continue rather than give up my standing. I'd - I'd still like to attend class until the afternoon for the mandatory attendance and then cancel the rest to help you and see that rave." He looked up, faced Ann eye to eye from his seat upon the bed. "Their routine is only a little stress to me, not the life-changing events you've had to run from. Please don't think less of me for not throwing all the years of work away," he whispered.