Feather Pen: "..."
Lynn shifted closer as though no one else were there, his eyes still closed, and said:
"How about we do something fun..."
Bang-
A blow from the pen shaft gave Lynn a concussion.
"..."
[Enough. Stop making irrelevant associations and testing the waters. I came to protect you, not to sleep with you. (╬◣д◢) And you actually have those bizarre thoughts about a pen? Don't you ever wonder if there's something seriously wrong with you?]
Lynn thought for a moment, then nodded.
"It's too noisy outside."
Feather Pen: "..."
This guy!
The night was quiet.
Lynn rolled onto his side, facing Feather Pen.
The two of them fell into another long silence.
Then he suddenly asked:
"Pen Pen, do you want to leave Hell too?"
Feather Pen ignored him.
He kept talking anyway.
"Because I never really thought about it before. I only knew that everyone was obsessed with leaving Hell, that there were so many things they couldn't let go of, so they had to have a reason to live. But what happens after we actually leave Hell..."
"The darkness out there is so powerful that even Hell Boundary can't stand against it. Even if we really leave Hell... what could we do?"
His eyes were closed, but a faint trace of uncertainty showed on his face.
Because the Apocalypse.
It had never stopped drawing closer.
They couldn't even stand against Hell Boundary, so how could they face the darkness looming over everyone's heads?
Because hope alone.
Was nowhere near enough, no matter what.
[I never expected you to think about these things. I always thought you were the carefree type. Have you started thinking about the future now too?]
Feather Pen said.
Lynn lay there on his side, his eyes closed, and said:
"Because