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Imode got a taste for honesty before the teacher came in, and they feel it--Avril and Silas want this too. Even if they're afraid to say so. They have not felt completely certain about many things in their life. The list, though short, is an important one. And the bright, unimpeachable knowledge that they must act is burning itself onto it.

IMODE: We're doing this, assholes.

AVRIL: hold on, can't a person make up their own mind, here? #gimme #a #minute

IMODE: Sure, make up your own 🧠 to stay.

IMODE: if you wanna be a snitch.

AVRIL: i'm not a fucking #snitch

SILAS: Honey, I fear that particular train has left the station.

AVRIL: i wasn't trying to--

IMODE: 🔩 it, too bad. It's too ⏱️ to 🔀 that now. You want that to be your ❌?

IMODE: everything 👎🤮 in this stupid 💣 and now we have a chance to 🛑 it??

IMODE: I'm ✅👊 this 💩, and you're 🙅‍♂️🤬 my 🤯

SILAS: Oh they're bout to fly off the handle, now. Can't understand a lick of this horseshit.

IMODE: Ugh. Fine. These are people's lives. They need us. That's it.

SILAS: I dunno, I don't have a hankerin' to get arrested, myself, either.

IMODE: Don't 🔩 up then.

AVRIL: my phone won't stop goddamn vibrating, I can't #think #straight

TEACHER: Not to add to the cinematic pressure, but I know I'm not the only one hearing footsteps right now.

TEACHER: He's going to open that door in about twenty seconds.

TEACHER: You can be here, ready to go make sure the public remembers it was the three of you who brought these hardened criminals to justice.

TEACHER: Or you can have just jumped out the window to find them and change their outcome, leaving me to make your excuses.