Idiotic, dumbfounded, stupid. All words matched Park Kyung in his opinion. His face still hurt from the force the guards used, his eyes weren't dry from the endless amount of tears. He never had wanted to hurt somebody. Never. But still he got pushed to the floor like a criminal. Like the criminal he was? Who was he? What had he done to make the Therapist look at him like that. For the first time since two and a half eternities his mind started tear him apart. Questions without answers. Trust equals danger. Was he right? Who even judges that? Did he really have no bad intentions when he tried to hand the Doctor he didn't knew the name of his fork to share his meal with him? He didn't, right? He was a good person, wasn't he?
Breaking more and more, Park Kyung covered his ears and screamed at the top of his lungs.
