"What do you mean?" Dmitri demands.
You shrug. "Well, there's a pit to hell on your grounds. I have to imagine that's up there with rising damp and subsidence when it comes to things insurance companies aren't happy about. Can't see many of the elite wanting to send their darling children here, either, once word gets out, so I imagine the prestige of this place and the number of cushy government jobs on offer might take a bit of a hit."
Neither Dmitri nor Simon look impressed by the hypothetical future that you've painted for them. "Please," the blond says, shaking his head. "You think that this is the first scandal St. Mary's has gone through? They didn't close the old place up when they found the bodies, they didn't shut it down when they heard about the bribes, and they won't shut us down because of whatever occult thing happens here."
You try to appear calm, despite the sinking feeling in your stomach. "You really think that it'll be that easy?"
Dmitri shrugs. "It has been so far. Maybe it shouldn't; maybe it's not fair. But that's the way it is. And it doesn't change the fact that I can't help you." He glances quickly at you, then turns away again, looking down at the boxing ring mat. "I'm sorry," he murmurs.
You open your mouth, ready to go on, but a hand takes your forearm before you can. You glance to the side and find yourself looking at Michelle. She gives a slight shake of her head, the meaning clear: you're not going to get Dmitri to talk.
Once the conversation's over, you don't linger. You can tell that you'd not be welcome and, after what's passed between you, it seems best that you don't remain. You simply leave the room, heading back towards daylight and fresh air.
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