The Academy does not have the level of secrecy I require. My chosen tutor may talk, or in the worst case, have no choice in the matter. Or merely to be observed attending is more attention than I desire.

[ Sebastian mulls it over with a thoughtful noise for a moment. He’s still not inclined to get into the exact details of his plan, since the less known they were, the better. He hadn’t even told Silco his precise idea for the eye, but Silco trusted him enough to at least understand that it was a personal vendetta. So long as it wasn’t used against him personally, Silco didn’t mind. ]

They are both, technically.

[ At the very least, he decides that revealing the target is acceptable. He’d rather not, but it would have come up eventually regardless, considering formulating the drug to disable her would necessitate it. Though, as he speaks, that disquiet dark of Sebastian’s Communion shifts. It’s not threatening and wild as it had been in the Tree, but smooth, formless velvet. It’s a gentle hand on the shoulder, a warm whisper in the ear—it’s the cruel, wicked calculation of a devil. ]

It is restitution, Mr. Bondrewd. I stole Hayame’s eye nearly a year ago and a world away. Now I shall give her one back.