Devika gathered herself and her things, and headed for the auditorium. She wondered why one student would be the focus of an entire assembly, but she wasn't going to argue.

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Kijani headed toward the auditorium, but her mind was on bigger things. Two days from now, she'd probably have to kill someone. Maybe a lot of someones. She knew she would do it if it came to self-defense. When it was down to you and someone else, the correct answer was always you. She would leave the killing of Luthor to Anthony, though. It was only his right. But... her grandmother... somehow she couldn't yet accept that her grandmother had let her be hurt. Even despite the evidence, there was still a part of her that held out the hope that somehow, Waller didn't know. Or even if she had known, she couldn't rescue little Kijani without others being suspicious. There had to be [i]some[/i] explanation.