Sylvan Cheney sat silently in the chair, letting out a derisive laugh. He didn't refute, or rather, he had no intention of refuting Yukon Carbon.
"Sylvan Cheney, perhaps you're used to this way, but you still don't show any respect for others, not even the people you care about most," Yukon Carbon remarked coolly. "But there's no turning back in this world. Do you know what harm is? It's like cutting a scar on you, even if it heals, the scar remains."
The surveillance room was small, and Yukon Carbon's voice was exceptionally clear.
He knew that even though Sylvan Cheney didn't speak, he could hear everything.
Silence, endless silence.
"I have no one I care about. You don't need to speak to me in such a lecturing tone," Sylvan Cheney spoke again. "And don't try to guess what I'm thinking based on your own ideas. Your thoughts are just your thoughts; you are not me."
