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❝You still don't know your sin?
That in itself, is the sin.❞
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#8e009e ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #9e0010】
|| Jar of Hearts || Christina Perri ||
That in itself, is the sin.❞
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#8e009e ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #9e0010】
|| Jar of Hearts || Christina Perri ||
When they presented their answers, Irina had a bad feeling. The fact that so many truths were fake, it raised alarm bells in her head for sure. A part of her wondered if it was a trap, to trick Rebel infiltrators into putting in the correct answers that normal citizens wouldn't know. There was no way to communicate this to Emma though, not without blowing their cover. If worst came to worst, they could use Sam as a scapegoat and say he told them things. Revisionist history was one of the things the Library Club taught her about, America was knee deep in rewriting history. It was dangerous - by obfuscating history and making everyone believe a certain set of events, a lie can have the same power as an irrefutable truth. As expected, Conductor Roz hadn't wanted these answers at all. "Thank you for understanding... please don't go too hard on our brother." Irina smiled.
And then she wrote letters with her fingers, leaving no marks behind, onto Emma's hand, it was their preestablished mode of communication. By writing messages onto each other and having the other read by constructing a mental image of each letter, they could transmit messages that way. "We need to talk once the weekend comes and we're allowed back to our brother's house for a night." She wrote while walking back. They received full marks because none of their answers were technically wrong - Lise's and Jonah's groups also had everything as it should be, with everyone else messing up here and there. The leaderboard was updated - Lise was still first and so was Emma being second, Cyrus was bumped up to third, and Irina advanced as well, up to sixth. Jonah was to fifteen, safe from the threat of elimination thanks to his learning skills, it seemed.
Roz organized a set of books for them to study over the course of the next week, a book all about war strategies and tactics and everything else, something Irina wasn't sure she would be good at at all. "Because of course war isn't only about strength of body, but also strength of mind! A soldier who can't figure out what is happening on the battlefield is useless!" Cyrus rose his hand then. "But Conductor, in battle, aren't we supposed to follow our Superior's orders, no matter what?" Conductor Roz didn't even need to think about it. "Any good captain won't dismiss any good plan, no matter what rank it comes from!" That made sense. Just because a strategy came from a cadet didn't make it inherently less valid than one from a decorated and trusted adviser. Sometimes new strategies to break the mold are just what's needed.
"And that's all for your first day." He then pointed to the two lowest on the leaderboard. "You two failed to meet expectations, so now you must leave, effective immediately." There wasn't even room for protests or tears, they were kicked out of the room just like that. "Only the best can become soldiers." Conductor Roz said loud and clear. "Because we're not sending you in to die, we're sending you in to win and come back home in one piece."