Losa 11 stammered on, subconsciously about to look up, but before he could raise his head, he buried it back into the couch as if he were an ostrich.
"You don't even know, how could I possibly know?"
Jason ordered the thirteenth serving of barbecue.
"Yeah, I don't even know, how could you possibly know."
Losa 11 murmured, a bitter smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
Did he really not know?
He knew.
He was just pretending not to.
Otherwise, what could he do?
He had just sought the primary personality, but the primary had completely ignored him.
It makes sense, with the primary's 'strength', how could it pay attention to such trivial matters—it's only a created secondary personality like him that would be so timid.
I want to do something too.
But I really can't!
What if I'm despised by the primary personality, I'll get erased…
Boom!
While Losa 11 was still thinking, there came a loud noise above his head.
Instinctively, Losa 11 lifted his head.