"And that, esteemed committee, represents the duality of noble oppression versus commoner resilience!"
Aegis gestured at her canvas. Black paint splattered across white. Nothing special. Just random streaks she'd thrown during her "artistic rage."
Professor Whittles wiped tears from his eyes.
"Brilliant! The raw emotion!"
"Such depth!" Another committee member clutched her chest. "I feel the centuries of struggle!"
Aegis had to actively stop herself from laughing.
"Thank you." Aegis bowed. "Art flows through me like the blood in my veins!"
The committee erupted in applause. Again.
"Miss Starcaller, we owe you an apology." Whittles stood. "Clearly, your talents are genuine."
"Water under the bridge." Aegis waved dismissively. "Though perhaps next time, evidence before accusations?"
A few committee members shifted uncomfortably. Good.
"Of course. You're free to go."
