Chapter 370: Solitary Confinement (2)
The old man who gave his name as Angajumang continued to talk to Vikir, apparently bored.
"It feels like it's been several years since I was locked in this solitary confinement. Let's see, I make a stroke in my mind every time I count 60 seconds, and that's already over three million strokes...."
Hearing Angajumang's words, Vikir couldn't help but click his tongue.
Even for Vikir, who had gone through many hardships, the 100 days in solitary confinement were difficult and daunting.
'And you've been locked up here for so many years? I can't believe it.'
These are the words of a man he has never met and will never see again, but they are also the words of a prisoner he met in solitary confinement, not anywhere else.
"How did you not starve to death after being locked up for so many years?"
"Pushishishi – they put black bread crumbs into the bowl every two days, right?."
"The amount of water I can take in must be insufficient."
"No. You just have to suck in the dew in the air."
Vikir was silent for a moment. Dew? In this hot space?