"Okay."
The young man was stunned: "Why?"
"Because this is the first time you've asked me."
This kind of response made the young man feel absurd for a split second; the anger within him, seemingly never capable of release, was just as simple as this?
Letting go of Tia's neck, the young man wanted to help restore Tia's deformed neck, but before he could do anything, it had already naturally returned to normal.
"What do you want to know?"
"...I don't know." The young man hesitated for a moment, shaking his head even more bewilderedly, feeling that he had many questions to ask but couldn't perceive what he wanted to inquire.
Suppressing the wild rampage within, the urge to tear the woman in front of him to pieces, he lowered his voice and said: "Say something."
"You need to ask."
"Are you sick?"
Tia did not speak, just quietly looked at the young man.
After a while, the young man thought of a question, or rather something living he had encountered over the years.
