In the eerie green glow of the concealed room, Remirg jolted back to reality as he heard the Warden's words.
"Shall we continue forward to the Sixth Question?"
Remirg, having complete faith in Mr. Voice, beckoned once again to continue.
The Warden smiled for a brief moment before posing the next question, after what seemed like a quick glance at the drastically morphed notebook between them.
"What is Justice?"
Mark somehow heard the question, though there seemed to be an inconvenient high-pitched buzzing in his ears, which seemed to intensify with each passing moment. His vision had turned prominently blurry, and he could not clearly see the face of the Warden.
For a fleeting moment, he seemed to have given in; but suddenly, he calmed his breath and closed his eyes, trying to blatantly deceive himself from the fate of plausibility, trying to think through to the question poised.
A completely blatant order.
A blasphemous deceit!
