Chapter 877: Stop being you
After Primo’s conversation with that man with a mole near his eye, everything after that was a blur. He didn’t even know how he got back in the ward, nor could he remember anything that came after that. Even the days after that were a blur to him.
All he could think of were the words the man spewed.
[It was all your fault, was what he wanted to tell you. You wouldn’t have lost them if you didn’t upset Dimitri.]
[Do not forget that name, Mr. Cafre.]
[Don’t even dare get better or start a new life. Hell is where you are supposed to be.]
[Unless you beg him.]
Those words would replay in his mind like a broken record. But instead of throwing him into a series of aggressive feats, it only left Primo staring at the nothingness. After thinking about those warnings against his will, he realized that the man came to see him to make sure Primo wouldn’t have any silly idea of getting better.
They wanted him to stay in this wicked loop all his life. Not that Primo had ever hoped he would get better. But alas, unlike the days before that man visited him, Primo realized he was much doing much better than before he was admitted into the facility.
"You’ve been like this since that time you got a visitor." Suddenly, an elderly voice penetrated the silence around Primo. Mr. Garner sat on the bench Primo had been sitting since coming in here, turning his head to look at the young man.
"I assume the visit is not a good one," he continued, shifting his eyes to some patients who received their visitors in the facility’s park. "After that visit, your eyes returned to the same lifelessness they had when you came in here. Perhaps it’s worse now."
"Why..." Primo’s voice shook as a tear rolled down his cheek, keeping his gaze ahead. "... were wicked people exist, Garner?"
"Hmm?" Mr. Garner looked back at the young man after his query.