A Psionic of Zero's caliber had an exceptionally strong body even without specializing in telekinesis, but no matter how fit she was, she still needed to breathe. It was humanity's most basic need and instinct.
Unless she had mastered some special skill that let her sustain herself for hours, or even eight or ten years, on a single brief breath.
No matter how much Zero slowed her breathing or how long she held her breath, she would eventually have to open her mouth to exhale and breathe again. When that happened, Dream would automatically double her sensitivity. It would be manageable at first, but as those increases stacked up, it would stop being so fun.
Jonas didn't consider himself some pervert who enjoyed watching beautiful girls struggle to breathe. He simply hadn't come up with a better way to deal with Zero.
If her sensitivity increased every second, her mind would probably break before he even came back.
Well, perhaps it wouldn't.
"...You scumbag."
Gritting her teeth, Zero dredged up the insults she remembered. Though feeble and harmless, they had become her way of venting her emotions: "A garbage can full of garbage. A stray can of food even cats won't eat..."
"What's a stray can of food? Isn't it usually a stray cat?"
Jonas sat beside Zero, watching her try to speak quickly, only to speak slowly and softly because she couldn't afford to let her air escape too fast.
If it were him, once he heard the condition about what would happen every time he breathed, he probably wouldn't answer a single question. Speaking also expelled air, so staying silent was the only way to last longer.
Was Zero simply overlooking that, or was she naturally airheaded?
"It was an opened can with only half the food eaten.