Well, until next time, N, says Wasa as he gets out the room. It’s your turn, he continued. What do you mean? asks Ram. I mean, go in there and talk to him, beat him, clean up, do whatever. But, bring me the bag. I forgot it in there. Ram stands next to captain Wasa. Sir… What if he is innocent? Wasa gets in his face. Then why isn’t he talking? He’s was the only Virgo left on this god forsaken planet and he had a weapon on him. Why not talk? Why not help to help yourself? Or to help those that suffered? Not like he’s the only one that has had some trauma after the fact. A billion died, Ram. A billion. That means another 9 billion suffered. The whole planet suffered, Ram! If he is innocent he should have said something a long time ago. We all lost someone that day. If you didn’t someone you know did. It’s been ten years. Any decent person would have said something, anything. We’ve poured time, money and effort into him. Giving him a safe place to live in, whatever thing he wished to eat, drink, snort, shit, piss, fuck and then some. When that didn’t work, we tortured him for a year. Guess what? Exactly… Nothing… Now go in there and see if you can figure this out…

As I enter, N is on all his four spitting out blood. I look around to see a mop with a bucket and a broom next to it. But first I go near N to try and help pick him up. As I reach with my arms, trying to pick him up he puts his hand out. I stop, grab it and pull him up. You are gorgeous! Did you know that? I couldn’t see your face until now, but you are god damn breathtaking. I just want to look at you. God damn, captain! You should’ve put him in the vault ‘ cause he’s a diamond! Here, use this to clean yourself up, Ram hands I’ll go get the mop, to clean this up. Go sit down somewhere. What the fuck. What is happening here? This feels like a joke, Ram thinks to himself as he pick up the mop. They should put you in a museum, man. And they say you’re how old? You don’t look a day over 125. Ram stops in the middle of the puddle of blood, mop in his hand, looking at N. This doesn’t make sense. Why don’t you speak? Why were you naked? I get the crying part. But naked when a billion, literally every Virgo but you, died, doesn’t. And you holding some metal contraption in hand, in public, doesn’t either. What was that? But then again, a billion immortal beings died suddenly… Well, not so immortal anymore, anyway…

N sits hunched down in a chair, hand with cloth over his mouth. You know, that’s not the only thing I don’t understand about you. The captain is right. It’s been ten years. Why haven’t you talked at all? If you’re innocent, you should say something. I don’t think anyone is just not going to believe you or incriminate you for what you haven’t done, right? I mean, think about it. If they did, you would’ve already been sentenced to jail for life and made a scapegoat out of you. So, I don’t get you. Because you don’t seem to be stupid to me. Someone reading this many books, can’t be that stupid even if it’s been just 10 years, right? So, I don’t get it. And even for motive. Why kill all Virgos but yourself? Wait, says Ram looking intensely at N. Were you trying to kill yourself but it all backfired? asks Ram while laughing like an idiot. That would be tragic, ironic and funny at the same time. You must have had your reason. What is it? N raises his head and looks at Ram…