“Oh?”
“Yes.”
Weaver thumbed her chin; her chair creaked under her as she shifted her weight in it. “I’m not judging you on using a weapon, Moritt. True enough that what you were supposed to be doing in Waterfree was learn how to fight in a real-world situation, and in those situations, most likely you will have a rifle in your hands and infused rounds at your disposal. Or, at least, that would be true of most of the would-be officers that had come there to train. You were given a Shard of Aeon before you ever arrived in the city, and if you had tapped into it, you would have exceeded so incredibly during the trials that you would never have had to undergo the same training the others had: succeeded so well that the office of inquiry wouldn’t have needed to seed misinformation so that the
