Missing Incident [7]

"Why did you bring me here?" I asked a rather very clichéd question. Right after Challes untapped my mouth.

"Hmm? So you can talk," said Challes as he placed another chair in front of me and sat on it.

I didn't reply to his oblivious question because asking why he bought me here was enough of a proof to justify that I can speak. 

"There, you went silent again…You see, I'd spent quite a few days researching you and your sister, and during that time I was watching you. But what I noticed was that you don't speak much compared to the other students of your age. And I'd very well like to know why," he appealed as he leaned back on his chair.

"It's nothing special. I'm just not so good with words," I replied.

A part of why I didn't speak much or rather speak only when necessary is because during the last few years before I died in my former life, I was living alone in a closed room.