Tangze rescued his hair from the beak of the pigeon perched on his head and did not respond proactively.
Curacao was not really discussing anything with him. She probably just wanted to talk about something—or simply vent her emotions.
Considering they were somewhat kindred spirits and had worked together before.
"The doctor was right. There is a lesion in my brain. It does not merely affect memory; it also affects emotions and cognition. Generally speaking, people with lesions in this area tend to suffer from memory loss, emotional detachment, and depression. Although I was among the lucky ones, my luck has always been slight. So, as I grew up, these problems began to emerge."
Just as her memory had not only remained intact but had, through training, developed into an almost supernatural capability beyond that of ordinary people, her emotional problems had gone to the opposite extreme.
She could not control her emotional fluctuations. She was sensitive and irritable, easily affected by her surroundings, and exceptionally intolerant of pain. When the organization's overload of training was forced upon her while she was still a child, it easily broke her.
"My perceptive abilities worked, but in the wrong place. Even the pain of a needle prick could make me scream. I could not stand bright light, much less noise or cold. They were very dissatisfied with me..."
"So they started using you in certain experiments?" Noticing the implication, Tangze interrupted her description and asked.
As she spoke, Tangze vaguely understood where Vermouth's earlier words had come from.
Considering Vermouth was likely not a naturally born child, her body had probably been frail from the beginning as well.
The effects of the Silver Bullet had taken hold in her, and time had begun to stagnate around her, eventually shaping her into what