"Fail."
"...What?"
"Just one glance at you, I know you will fail the evaluation."
"...But I haven't even taken the supplementary classes yet. And you haven't looked at my credentials yet."
"And what credentials, pray tell, would a one-armed Lowborn like you have? Serve another 6 months washing soldiers' clothes or whatever it is you did. And why are you even wearing your uniform here?"
Just a day back on the Surface, and Rhys was already being reminded of what sort of treatment he had to live through his entire life. He had at least thought that the local Explorer Academy would at least be able to tolerate him since the people in it have already seen all sorts of people, but no.
He was being privately interviewed by someone who seemed to be a member of the school's faculty — and Rhys thought that the fact he was being interviewed at all was already a sign they were accepting of people like him, but no.
