It was going to be two years come summer, though, so it really wasn't like he hadn't made his choice... It also wasn't like he was alone in it. He couldn't just up and abandon his best friend who'd also woken up into this world of weird.
Bermuda drew his spyglass from where it had rested tucked in his sash, expanding it with a flick of his wrist only to collapse it with a click. He repeated the action as he prepared to take a shortcut through the park back to the dorms. Maybe if he put an extra spring in his step he could make it home in time to catch a raid or two.
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