There’s something so painful and sad and realistic about Demodus not getting to “actually graduate.”
He came from nothing, he studied his ass off, worked any job he could take, and magic was the one thing he had to his name.
And through no real fault of his own, he doesn’t get to see it through, to reap the benefits. And it’s not fair.
Sure, a diploma is just parchment. Sure, growing into adulthood is an entirely different thing from simply graduating. But there’s also something real about holding the proof of your labors.
Demodus deserved to graduate. To finish his thesis. To be himself. And that got robbed from him.
Like it gets robbed from people all the time.















