[or at least that's what junsu's words suggest to him. he unfolds his own blanket from the bottom his cot and covers junsu with it too. and then minsu lies down too, looking across the small distance that the cell allows them.]
I don't know anything.
[he says it with his own lips, and then laughs too. it feels true though. he's rejected almost all that he used to know, not wanting to be what he was anymore. it's left him with nothing.]
no subject
[or at least that's what junsu's words suggest to him. he unfolds his own blanket from the bottom his cot and covers junsu with it too. and then minsu lies down too, looking across the small distance that the cell allows them.]
I don't know anything.
[he says it with his own lips, and then laughs too. it feels true though. he's rejected almost all that he used to know, not wanting to be what he was anymore. it's left him with nothing.]