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The headmaster Raghnall Ferrin gestured for Dabi to sit, and after a moment's hesitation, Dabi sank into the chair, his posture tense.
"You did what you had to, Dabi," the headmaster began, his voice soft yet unwavering.
There was no judgment in his eyes, only understanding. "Sometimes, we're forced to make choices that haunt us.
But remember this: you acted to save your friends, to protect those who couldn't defend themselves."
Dabi remained silent, his hands clenched tightly in his lap. The words washed over him, but he wasn't sure he believed them.
How could he find peace in an act that had taken something from him, a part of himself that he feared he would never regain?
"Malakar was a man who brought pain and suffering," the headmaster continued, leaning forward slightly.
"In stopping him, you did more than just end a life you ended the pain he would have caused to others.
