"Fuck!"
Theo held his curse on the inside for as long as he could… No, for as long as it was necessary.
He held it through the final moments of the trial, he held it as he waited for the crowd to leave the tribune's tower before doing the same himself, and then continued to hold it in for all the time it took him to return to his room and then shut the doors behind him.
"Fuck!"
Once again, Theo threw out a fat, juicy curse before dropping himself down to his bed, caring not to take off his uncomfortable, official robe.
For a moment or two, he just lay there, relaxing, trying to get his mind out of the mess he somehow ended up throwing himself into. Yet, the more he thought about it, the less he applied emotions and more of his brain to the matter, the less of a problem this whole solution appeared to be.
'Even if I got myself two disciples now, even if they are not going to fire me, what's there to stop me from resigning?'
