Solar wants Lunar to know she has been the last dream of his soul, the last hope of his love and the last woman of his life. He wants her to know how much he missed her, with a never-ending ache, that he didn't think was possible, that crowds out any other feeling, and certainly all his reasons, and all his good sense. He wants her to know what did he experience, that forged him into a dark art teacher, which is what he is.
Solar: I don't understand. They could have had a promising future, they could have achieved something magnificent, they could have become the world's learders, who would lead the world to move forward the future, instead of the dullards, which are what they are, sitting in my dark art class, wasting their time with no great ambitions.
About three things Lunar is absolutely positive. Firstly, Solar in his age must be in want of a girlfriend, and she is his dream girlfriend. Secondly, he missed her, with an ache, that ignores time and space, that crowds out any other feeling, and all his reasons, and all his good sense. Thirdly, he is unconditionally and irrevocably in love with her.
Lunar: The greatest teacher once was just a student. You came in classroom to teach, when your students came in classroom to study. You couldn't teach the students who wouldn't study themselves, when you saw they just sit in classroom, wasting their time with no great ambitions. How did you feel about them?
Solar: I felt sorry for them, because they have an opportunity to study, the others don't, but they never value it. I felt sorry for them, because they have youth, but their youth would be gone soon, if they don't cherish it. I felt sorry them, because they have what the Dark Church can offer, but they don't use them well.
Lunar: They all are students, aren't they? They all are worth of saving.
Solar: They all are in the gutter, but some of them are looking at the stars. They all are worth of saving, but some of them are saving themselves.
Lunar: Each school has a problem class, and each problem class has problem students. As an educator, it's your duty to save and help each student to cope with his problems. No one single student deserves to be given up.
Solar: Students' problems are always highly concerned by each educator.
Lunar: Tell me how was your first class?
Solar: When students came in classroom to study, I came in classroom to teach. Firstly, I introduced myself as Mr Valois, but some of them insulted me as gay. I informed one of them that he's free to go, when he also insulted one of my students.
Lunar: When you were insulted as gay by some of them, why did you just kick one of them off your class instead of all of insulters?
Solar: About two reasons I was concerned. Firstly, I never mind someone insults me, but there is no tolerance for someone insults my students. Secondly, I need to slay a chick to show monkeys what's discipline.
Lunar: If I were you, I would not just show him the door, I would also show him a lesson that he wouldn't forget.
Solar: How did you show him a lesson that he wouldn't forget?
Lunar: Curse him into a frog. Hand him to the victim's hand.
Solar: That's too cruel for a student.
Lunar: What if he insults me instead of your students?
Solar: Curse him into a frog. Hand him to do frog experiment.
Lunar: That's much crueller for a student.
Solar: If he wasn't my student, I would show him the cruellest punishment.
Lunar: After your self-introduction, what did you do with your students?
Solar: Before I came in classroom, I was informed that their level was much lower than their peers. I should offer them an essay test, before I could understand their true level. So I assigned them an essay test.
Lunar: What kind of essay test was it?
Solar: Imagine yourself at your funeral. Ask yourself what you want your family and friends to say about you? How will you be remembered and what impact will you have had on other people's lives? What did you make the world a better place?
Lunar: What kind of work did your students write?
Solar: He is just an idiot, as all couples in love are. As his parents, we brought him up, and sent him in the best school. We can be considered as good parents. He once was a good boy at home, a good student at school. We don't understand why would he kill himself. Now he can never go to Dragon Island. No name.
Lunar: No name?
Solar: Many parents don't know about their children. They work hard to meet with their children's material need, but they tend to neglect their children's spiritual need. When he is in lack of love or care, he would tend to commit suicide.
Lunar: What kind of work did a girl write?
Solar: In the whole of a dull, boring, gloomy day, in the autumn of that year, when the clouds hung depressively low in heaven, and leaves reluctantly fluttered down ground, I had been riding on a horse's back, through the poisonous fog, with a glimpse upon the weirdest house in town, upon the rusted iron gate, upon the twisted dead willow, where the weirdest girl was supposedly sitting on its twisted rope-liked branch. The thought of her disappearance was a sinking iciness of a sinking heart. Zombie sister.
Lunar: Zombie sister?
Solar: Zombie sister was a cool girl like a Japanese ninja, ivory white skins, black dress, long straight black hairs, zombie eyes, and creepy smile. She was the weirdest one among her classmates. She had no friends, but she had a zombie brother.
Lunar: Who was the zombie brother?
Solar: Zombie brother was a chubby boy, ivory skins, asylum T-shirt, short curly blond hairs, round belly, short legs, and fat hands. He was the most naughty one among his classmates. He was naughty yet weak, like a trouble magnet.
Lunar: How was your first class?
Solar: Exhausted as it was to teach a problem class, with many problem students.