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Symbol sipped his champagne and watched the party below. Headmistress Greenspire joined him at his post.
“When do you plan on telling them?”
“It’s a happy night, Alola. I am leaving them be. I’ll tell them I’m leaving tomorrow.”
“Forgive my candor, but you’re just postponing heartbreak.”
“Consider it my parting gift. So have a cup of kindness yet,” he clinked his glass softly against hers before beginning to walk away. “For Auld Lang Syne. “