"I tried to free myself," Aruna said after Damar placed herself on the couch, facing the dark screen of a television, "I know birds don't really like water. So, I took off my sandals with the intention to merge myself in the lake."
"I don't follow? For what?" Damar knitted his eyebrows.
Aruna chuckled softly, "So I could be reborn as a bird."
"You think reality is like an anime?" Damar was upset at her nonsensical confession.
"I'm just like that little piano boy. I want to get out of confinement at all cost, until exhaustion leads me in an unreasonable direction," Aruna put on a half-hearted expression, neither sad nor happy, suspended in an odd façade.
Damar gazed at her, far longer than she liked, making his own conclusions, "You're wrong, you're not as bad as that little boy," he said in such certainty, as if he knew for sure – and maybe he did.
