Sean was wearing an old and ill-fitting black leather jacket, with his hands in his jacket pockets. On his feet was a pair of gray old sneakers with loose laces.
After not seeing each other for more than half a month, Sean dyed his hair back to black. His short hair was fluffy and slightly curly. Sean looks much more refreshed than before, even a little well-behaved.
However, when he saw Hesta, the expression on Sean's face turned frivolous again - this was the expression that Hesta felt both familiar and disgusted with.
"Hey." Sean stepped forward and said hello to Hesta, "I didn't expect you to write to me again... When Molly told me that you wanted to apologize to me in person, I thought She is scamming me."
Hesta took a step back slightly, keeping her distance from Sean.
Hesta looked at Sean's face. When she looked closer, she realized that the injuries on his face had not healed. His eye sockets, cheekbones and corners of his mouth were all covered with bruises that she had made before.
"Are you okay?" Hesta asked, "If it's convenient, I have several questions today that I would like to talk to you in person."
"Okay, great. I just have a bunch of questions to ask you..." Sean answered casually. He noticed that several nurses in the nurse station next to him were coming and going, and they glanced at him from time to time. Lowering his voice, "Are you planning to talk to me right here?"
"This is not suitable. Find a quiet place."
"You two wait a minute," the head nurse, who had been listening to the conversation between the two, finally interrupted the conversation of the two young people. She smiled playfully and handed a piece of registration paper to Sean and Hesta. The simple wooden board said, "Let me sign first. How long will you be out?"
Sean picked up the pen and looked at Hesta, "How long?"
"Half an hour?" Hesta looked at Sean's pen tip, "Half an hour should be enough."
"Okay." Sean lowered his head to fill out the form.
Sean Gringoire
Jane Hestad
On the entry and exit list for that day, these two names were next to each other.
The head nurse put away the registration form and waved to the two of them with a smile, "Don't go out for too long. Come back as soon as you finish your whisper. Do you understand?"
Whisper...
Hesta repeated this word silently in her mind - from the looks of several nurses, she could see their misunderstanding.
In the eyes of these kind-hearted nurses, what is the relationship between herself and Sean?
Hestad vaguely remembered the parade crowd she encountered when she took Miss Chiba's car to the city center for the first time.
In the eyes of those kind-hearted citizens, what is the relationship between themselves and the reserve base?
She couldn't help but frown.
In Hestad's limited life, she realized for the first time that the gap between others and herself could sometimes be such a huge difference.
"Where are we going?" Sean's voice was very cheerful, and even his walking steps seemed brisk, "Back to the ground?"
"I can't leave the underground hospital outside of visiting hours. We can go to the connection." Hesta replied softly, "There is usually no one there."
The connection is a passage between more than a dozen underground buildings in the base. There is really no one there at this time.
Sean shrugged, "Okay."
The two walked in silence, and Sean gradually felt a little uneasy.
He may not have walked this road before, but it made him feel extremely familiar - in order to facilitate rescue, the underground hospital of the base was almost connected to the training ground for the second awakening, and each floor of the hospital was decorated similarly. At this moment The road he followed suddenly reminded him of the scene when he had his second awakening last year.
That was the second time he encountered chelation head-on after leaving Hekla. At that time, he was taken to the training ground alone without any companions. A serving mercury needle sent him over and roughly pushed him into the cell, he claimed. There was a security officer standing on the second floor who would ensure Sean's safety and then exit.
Immediately afterwards, two chelates were released.
…
Sean shuddered.
He suddenly stopped, and Hesta also stopped. She turned around unexpectedly and saw Sean exhaling.
"That's enough for me to see here," Sean said, "There's no need to go any further."
Hesta stared into Sean's face. "What are you afraid of?"
"What are you afraid of? What do I have to be afraid of?" Sean laughed. "You insisted on inviting me to meet here today. Isn't it just to apologize?"
"Indeed." Hesta replied calmly, "Stand here first and don't move."
Sean blinked, "Huh?"
Hestad didn't explain more, just walked back with his back to Sean.
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Four……
Hesta walked fifteen meters away. When she looked back again, Sean behind her had a portable DV in his hand.
Sean's eyes fell on Hesta through the dark lens.
"What are you doing?" Hesta asked.
"Nothing, just record it." Sean replied lightly, "After all, I have been tricked by this trick, so I have to be a little defensive to avoid falling into another pit... Why are you walking so far?"
"I have a few questions I want to ask." Hesta said softly, "It's more appropriate to ask from this distance."
"uh-huh."
"The first question was asked by Liz." Hesta put her hands behind her back and looked past Sean to the overhead light further away. "She said, on the day I was sent to the hospital, you were Ms. Morley brought her into her office. Morley asked why you didn't run away instead of being beaten by me, and you suggested that this was asking you to be a 'perfect victim.'"
Sean laughed, "Yes, what's the problem?"
Hesta's head tilted slightly, her eyes moved from far to near, and slowly fell back to Sean.
"Liz asked me, 'Why are the reasons why we help victims loose their bonds are always used by perpetrators as excuses to escape guilt?' Do you have any clues?"
"That depends on the situation, Hesta. The first question is, who defines 'victim'?" Sean replied calmly, "Whoever has the power to define has everything. Next question."
"The second question was asked by Miss Chiba," Hesta breathed slowly. "She said that there are three types of people in the world who can have no scruples. The first is nobles, the second is geeks, and the third is fanatics. Nobles Powerful, geeks are gifted, and madmen have nothing to lose, so they can flout the rules and make others find it difficult to deal with them.
"Which one are you, Sean?"
Sean frowned slightly and thought about it seriously for a while.
"I have to choose one, geek." Sean raised his head, "Why do you ask this kind of question? What's the point?"
"Then...the third question."
Hesta fell into a brief silence, and Sean waited with interest.
He lowered his head and twisted the knob of the DV, taking a close-up of Hesta's expression at this moment - he saw her taking deep breaths repeatedly, as if the next question she was about to ask required great determination.
On the small screen, Hesta suddenly looked at the camera.
"...Which type do you think I am?"
