—Have you ever thought about it? To escape from here..

The guy's quiet whisper breaks the silence that has been hanging in the room for a while. His voice was quiet, as if he had been thinking about his words for a long time before speaking, as if he had not dared to bring up this topic before, constantly thinking about it. Nevertheless, his calm and even relaxed expression wearily watches the sunset, which illuminates the old room, which only you two know about.

He slowly turns his gaze at you while sitting on the window sill and is not even surprised when he sees in your eyes a misunderstanding of his words

— I mean, yes, this place is huge, but you don't feel it... What are you doing in a cage?

— You eat according to a schedule, you can't go out without permission, you live according to a schedule, you use pseudonyms, you always obey the curator and other things...

Touya looks at the setting sun again, as if it does not want to say goodbye to him, as if it is stalling for time, not wanting to disappear. He purses his lips slightly, because he hates when something is imposed on him and he is not given the right to choose. This prison is slowly oppressing him from the inside, eating him part by part without being allowed to be free like any other person. The fact that his future was decided for him is damn annoying to his freedom-loving nature.

He just wants to be free. Is he asking for a lot?

—You've never felt at home here, have you?

Touya pauses for a couple of seconds, as if gathering strength to continue his thought. After all, it was always difficult for him to express his thoughts and emotions correctly.. It's amazing that you've managed to get along with him in that time.

— I've never had a place that I could call "home" either.

The guy turns to face you and a fake smile seeps onto his face in an attempt to dilute the atmosphere. Silly and cute, right? But.. Who said that "home" is always a place?