The most terrifying and unsettling thing in this world is answering a question that wasn't asked.
To give a response that leaves someone unsatisfied, without learning what they initially wanted to know, and perhaps even learning more that could provoke anger.
If one wishes to ensure their identity isn't shaken, then they must tell even more elaborate lies that require greater effort to weave.
Such traps can drive one mad, and facing this kind of trap, he felt like a powerless fool, without much of his own solution to the problem.
Was there really so much about this matter that deserved his special concern, or warranted his careful consideration?
Or in the face of the situation he now saw before him, was there no longer a need for too much hesitation, or further contemplation on the issue?
All this seemed so meaningless from the start, with no need for anyone to ponder or judge.
