Deep in Atlas's heart, when Penny was talking about a terrible dream, he knew it wasn't just a dream. She was speaking about it in her drunken state—that was his theory. Although he couldn't understand why she thought he was mean when drunk, what he said back then would always remain true.
"Mhm." A sound escaped Penny's closed mouth. "You're mean."
Atlas smiled helplessly. "Is that so?"
"When…" she trailed off, recalling that she had confused her family quite a few times tonight. She didn't plan to add more because Atlas was a sharp one.
Penny cleared her throat and snapped her eyes back to him. "You're mean, and I don't like you. You better behave because I'm putting you somewhere that is worse than a cage if you don't."
"..." Atlas secretly clenched his teeth, observing her. "You remembered that?"
