Suddenly thinking about the past, caused Jung-Hee's heart to feel a searing pain. Nevertheless, it also provided her with an idea of how to deal with this person.
'If nothing else works, then I might as well try poking at his sore spot. Maybe I will be lucky enough to dig out some conscience from that cluster of darkness that he calls heart. If this fails as well, then… Well, I'll think about that when the time comes. For now, let's try to put up a fight.'
Suddenly motivated, Jung-Hee straightened her back. In spite of the wariness she felt, she still tried to appear more confident. Her hands clutched at the bars even tighter in order to hide the violent tremors of her fingers. She contained her voice as best she could, refusing to show the smallest trace of fear.
"Help him."
"Why should I?"
"Because it's the humane thing to do." Jung-Hee retorted without even blinking.
