"What, do you have a problem with what I said?" Seeing that Dox hadn't spoken for a long time, Angel asked.
Dox looked up at Angel, exhaled deeply, and remained silent.
His eyes were complex, with various emotions swirling, so much so that even Angel's hyper perception could hardly discern Dox's exact emotions.
Dejection and suspicion, excitement and distraction, helplessness and amazement, sorrow and anticipation.
These opposing and intense emotions flickered in and out of existence like bubbles in a short span of time.
Angel couldn't accurately gauge Dox's mood, and even Dox himself didn't know how to describe his current feelings.
It was as if there were two "selves," tugging at each other. Which one was the true self, and which was the real self? Dox only felt his mind was in chaos.
His thoughts were like a small boat drifting in the sea, at times pushed to the deep sea, and at times pushed to the shallow.
After a long silence, Dox finally murmured, "…no problem."
