Leaving the noisy hall, two young girls quickly walked down the corridor, conversing in hushed voices.
"You really like doing unnecessary things."
"Which part are you referring to?"
"What good boys, good men, what's there to talk about with those kinds of guys willing to be domesticated?"
"Nightingale's" tone remained consistently indifferent, but her words were filled with rage.
Good boys?
Good men?
Do those guys even deserve it?
Blindfolded, ears plugged, oblivious to everything happening around, happily eating the empire-distributed feed, following every directive from the empire, without the empire's instructions, they wouldn't even dare to wipe their asses or zip up their pants after using the toilet. Even with a life-saving debt, "Nightingale" still couldn't change her disgust for Marseille.
"Don't you think it was totally unnecessary to be so friendly with him? Just warning him directly to be careful with his words or he might be killed would have been enough, right?"
