There was something familiar about the so-called Atom. Day himself did not understand what he was feeling, but he had the strange feeling that the owner of the place was familiar to him. He was giving off something he knew, but he couldn't find what. Sitting at the end of the table, facing him, he kept his eyes wide open. Even though he couldn't see, the god felt the absolute urge to keep it open, no matter what. The silence between the two men was interrupted by the sound of the master's fork, the so-called god Atom.
"You do not eat?"
The blond wanted to throw a spike full of sarcasm but restrained himself, preferring to turn his head towards the window. He could feel the cool air coming up to him, but the new clothes he was wearing kept him from getting cold. From what he knew from Atom, the clothes he was wearing was white.
"You do not speak? You can. I am no longer angry. At least not enough to cut your tongue off."
