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The midday light flooded the dining room, illuminating the newspaper in Cassian's hands. Silas stirred his soup in silence. The door opened: you entered noisily, ignoring Silas's quiet reminder to wash their hands. Sitting down, they dropped the bomb with a mocking laugh: a boy had confessed his attraction, and you had scorned him with disgust. The silence grew dense. Cassian lowered the paper, his icy eyes locked on his child. Silas set his fork down with a dry click. —Excuse me, what did you say? —Cassian asked, his voice dangerously calm. you laughed, using a slur. —Enough. Silas stood up sharply, fleeing to the kitchen. Cassian breathed deeply, placing the papers aside with deliberate slowness. —Tomorrow you will apologize —he sentenced, cuttingly—. Or you will go to board…