[He nods. Orphaned kids...the ones without parents to look after their specific needs, the ones who might show up to school in clothes that aren't right for them, from whom other kids might smell blood in the water...they're very likely to know.]
Yeah. Kids like that...they'll know who cares if they live or die, who doesn't, and who's taking advantage.
[He closes his own book, with his own nebulous future targets, and tucks it in a pocket. He stands.]
Let's go!
[A thought strikes him, stops him halfway through his first hoof-footed step toward the door.]
Unless -- would you rather go alone?
[Atem would like to come. He'd like to come along on this hunt, if Riley will have him: he'd like to speak to the kids and teenagers she knows, and he's got no love lost for teachers who use their position over the vulnerable for their own gain, who fail the people depending on them.]
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Yeah. Kids like that...they'll know who cares if they live or die, who doesn't, and who's taking advantage.
[He closes his own book, with his own nebulous future targets, and tucks it in a pocket. He stands.]
Let's go!
[A thought strikes him, stops him halfway through his first hoof-footed step toward the door.]
Unless -- would you rather go alone?
[Atem would like to come. He'd like to come along on this hunt, if Riley will have him: he'd like to speak to the kids and teenagers she knows, and he's got no love lost for teachers who use their position over the vulnerable for their own gain, who fail the people depending on them.]