Nathalie Quinlan watched her unable to compose herself, even unable to stand, clutching her clothes uncontrollably as she crouched on the ground, sobbing. Her eyes were cold and unswayed, calmly observing the girl in distress on the floor as she asked, "You're from Class A, have been since freshman year. Setting aside your forum post for a moment, did you think of anyone else when you deliberately said in your post that your classmates were ostracizing you?"
"..." Wenny Taylor couldn't cry anymore. She looked up, her eyes vacant as tears continued to drip down, biting her lip, trembling, but unable to speak.
She remembered the seat change arranged by Clerent Miller for her.
She remembered how she was never forgotten at class dinners.