The corridor felt narrower on the way up. Footsteps thudded on the wet concrete, echoing Tyrus's heavy words.
Stale air. Nuclear radiation. Inevitable death.
Hans slowed to halt, his brows creasing.
Yunera's eyes landed on him, remaining for a second. Then her mouth moved and broke the silence.
"You believe that guy's words?"
Hans didn't answer immediately and took a deep, deep breath. He closed his eyes and let the air flow within him.
His lungs moved, exhaling the turbid air out.
"His words are trustworthy. I believe he believes himself."
"That's not the same."
"No," Hans replied. "It isn't."
"If the air truly is changing... I can't sense the radiation."
Hans looked at her for a second.
"That's because if you did, we'd all be suffocating now."
Yunera flicked her hair, scoffing at the same time. A retorting question came into her mind.
"If breathing radiation is death, what's your excuse about Tyrus then?"
"He's a superhuman," Hans smiled. "He has his own ways."
