Daryus put down his briefcase and slumped onto the couch as he rubbed his face in frustration. He slowly dropped his hands from his face and stared blankly at the ceiling of his room. He recalled every word that Rasmus had said to him earlier, and it bothered him all the way down to his conscious.
"Why do I consider his proposal?" Daryus muttered as he fixed his glasses.
(A few hours ago.)
"So you believe the system is the problem? Not the people?" Rasmus asked as he got up and grabbed a bottle of wine from the bedside table. "The system is as innocent as it is. What you said earlier is like blaming nature for flooding a whole village where the people themselves don't take care of nature around them," he said as he walked back to the table and opened the bottle of wine.
