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"Class SS-1's ruin dive will be brought forward."
"...Say that again?"
Two men, Amon and Emir, sat opposite each other in the latter's office.
The larger of the two leaned forward on his table, his arms digging into the expensive wood.
"What was brought forward?"
The younger-looking, but actually much older of the two, chuckled, his right hand flicking the air.
"Your. Students. Ruin. Dive. Was. Brought. Forward."
"...When?"
"Friday."
"You can't delay it?"
"No, it has to happen on Friday. That's final."
"Why?"
"Because I say so."
"Is there nothing I could do to delay it?"
"Why are you so adamant? Heh, will you even accept being called that or—"
"I am. Tell me."
Amon paused for a second, staring at him, then slowly said:
