"Boarding school." Hak repeated, his eyebrows raising with interest. "That's unusual. What was that like? Sounds pretty stuffy." And sheltered. Like the kind of thing Mamoru might have done, had the option been available to him. It wasn't bad, just very different from what Hak had known, relocating at least once every two years, often yanked from school to school in the middle of the year and having to confront the realities of war with an intimacy most kids never had. Hak pictured it as an experience that was safe and predictable, stable, with chess clubs and study halls, a 24/7 cafeteria. Enviable in a way, though he didn't think he'd have fit in there.