Cage?
The words of the 'collaborator' made Jason's heart jolt.
Because he truly felt that way.
For Jason, who inexplicably ended up in the 'Nightless City', wasn't this dog-eat-dog place a 'cage'?
Though it seemed free.
But in essence?
It's a place of confinement.
Living on borrowed time.
But Jason wouldn't say any of this.
He turned his head, looking at the 'collaborator' with a sardonic smile.
"Do you believe his words?"
"I don't, do you?"
"I don't either."
"Who trusts someone who writes in a diary, anyway?"
"Right, who writes a diary in earnest?"
"Do you write a diary?"
"I don't."
"Do you write a diary?"
"Who can put their innermost thoughts in a diary?"
"If it's written out, how can it be called innermost thoughts?"
"Despicable."
"Despicable."
Jason and the 'collaborator' were bantering, showing remarkable rapport, just like old friends reunited after many years.
But as their words faded and they shared a knowing smile, the 'collaborator' struck.
