You laugh nervously. “I really came here to ask you about the purpose of higher education.”
“What do you mean?” Bennet asks, puzzled.
You blurt out the question tormenting you, “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 your injury? The students who attacked you?”