“Of course, anything,” Bennet takes you gently by the shoulders and guides you over to a pair of large, overstuffed chairs in one of the library’s many sunlit alcoves. “What’s on your mind?”
You begin with a deep, cleansing breath. “What are we doing here?”
“Excuse me?” Bennet’s brow furrows. “What do you mean?”
You grit your teeth, "What is the purpose of higher education? Why do we teach?”
Bennet leans back, covering her mouth with one hand, “My goodness! What a question. Well…" She looks into the distance, squinting like she’s trying to see something more clearly. “Is this about the students who attacked you?”