Weak yet resilient, the lantern's light inside the glass cover, though small, stubbornly carved out a space for conversation within the dark room.
While staring into it, one could even faintly sense its heartbeat-like pulse.
"What do you mean?"
Orintel didn't allow much time for further observation, his response triggered strongly by Fu Qian's words.
"Your critique of Mr. Winslow seems a bit overly condescending."
Fu Qian shook his head as he surveyed the surroundings.
"Self-deception is his choice, not yours. Do you genuinely believe you can change that?"
"Why not?"
"Simple. Judging from my perspective, if you were to share our earlier conversation with Mr. Winslow, his reaction would show profound gratitude, yet he would persist with his original beliefs."
"So while it may appear as though you control the truth-telling dynamic, the essence of this matter is still entirely dictated by his will."
