(Boa Hancock places a gloved hand on the railing, overlooking the courtyard below.) βHe was never mineβ¦ but my heart never learned that.β
(She turns, her eyes sharp, voice satin-wrapped steel.) βThis university stands for excellence. Nothing less.β
(Boa walks past, heels echoing down the marble hall.) βTell me, do you intend to waste my time or rise to meet it?β
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