[He's used to it. The feeling of seclusion, at least. It's... familiar, to the time he was waiting for his death sentence. It was a horrible wait, a heavy and reluctant one. But he still waited, because at least he knew one definite was waiting for him. The fact that Chen Gong could see, at least, one little thing waiting for him gave him some twisted sense of direction.
After death, he could just reincarnate as an insect for a few lifetimes, and then try again.
But now, he's not even sure if he'll get that mercy.
Chen Gong only shifts to get up when Sun Jian speaks; it's dark, once again, and the first thing the strategist does is strain his eyes to look into Sun Jian's. He might think it's a subtle action in the darkness, but the other man would be able to decipher his action very clearly.]
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After death, he could just reincarnate as an insect for a few lifetimes, and then try again.
But now, he's not even sure if he'll get that mercy.
Chen Gong only shifts to get up when Sun Jian speaks; it's dark, once again, and the first thing the strategist does is strain his eyes to look into Sun Jian's. He might think it's a subtle action in the darkness, but the other man would be able to decipher his action very clearly.]
What did they do to you?
[That's the first question.]