Legitimate spoiler ahead.

“W-what? I wasn’t trying to construct a bomb, I was m-milling materials for a school project…“

>“We’ve already consulted your teacher about such possibilities and she denied them with substantial evidence to back herself up, which is more than you can do. Get some sleep, we’re going to transfer you to the care wing at the institution tomorrow.“

“Don’t I get a lawyer?“

>“No need. Your legal guardian has already given us the go-ahead, so you can’t do jack, you sick fuck.“

>She gives you a backhanded slap across the face, causing the searing pain from the burns on your cheeks to flare back up.

“Ah! Fuck!“

>“Little shits like you are the reason the system exists. I don’t think rehab is going to do anything for anybody that was conspiring to murder the Princess of Fucking Friendship. Were it my choice, I’d have you personally executed.”