It tasted just like the cauliflower herb soup June always cooked for him to drink!
The familiar taste brought some sense back to Christopher. He furrowed his brows and finished the soup. Finally, he put down the container reluctantly when it was finally empty. "Is this all you got?"
"We got more here." As Christopher's emotion was finally less cynical, Joshua took a deep breath and added, "There are some questions I'd like to ask you. If you want more soup, you need to answer them.”
"Deal," agreed Christopher as he pursed his lips. He then took a look at Luna, who looked visibly pale, cautiously. He tried to think of the right words to apologize to Luna, albeit he could not form any words to speak.
"You weren't you. Luna understands you didn't really mean what you said," said Joshua lightly with a frown after reading Christopher's mind based on his expression.
Luna, finally realizing why Christopher had been staring at her, sighed. "I'm not a narrow-minded person. I know you didn't mean it."
The things that Christopher said were painfully spiteful, and his words were so demeaning that Luna, at one point, started to believe that it was the truth. Her heart started to wonder if she was the root cause of all the unlucky happenings to all of the people around her.
"Christopher."
Luna got pulled out of her thoughts when Joshua spoke. She looked at Joshua with the same expression Christopher had, their eyes riddled with questions.
Joshua did not discuss anything with Luna before they arrived, and she did not even know why Joshua was so keen on finding answers. After all, Christopher had just managed to regain a percentage of his sanity, and no one could verify if he would tell only the truth.
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