"Yeah. So you were angry with the school, for hurting your friends, and you figured, oh, I'll burn it to the ground?"

"Yeah, sorta symbolic-like but it doesn't hurt that now nobody's got to show up and beat their heads against their material and their classmates against the desk. I took the books out first in case somebody'd want them, except there was a copy of the Disciplines lying around in a drawer."

Someone enters the room and hands the prosecutor a note.

By Ord. H.M.

Raimon Pages to be released immediately. Interrogation notes to be sealed. Investigators to treat matter as highly secret.

What.

She's still less capricious than the last Queen, honestly. 

"Right, you're free to go," he says with immense irritation.

"- that's terribly gracious of you, which way's out?"

"Guards, get him out of my sight."