[There's no response at first, if only because Fang Duobing is trying to wrap his brain around such a thing. Killed? And he doesn't know...?]
[He types a few messages, back-spacing them each time until it seems like he's been typing for several minutes with nothing to show for it. What is that supposed to mean--that he was killed, that he doesn't know what will happen? As if his life was a temporary thing. His thoughts buck at the idea itself, that Cat might be living on borrowed time.]
Why didn't you say something sooner?
[No, that's not--]
You're alive right now, aren't you? Why would that change if you left this place?
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[He types a few messages, back-spacing them each time until it seems like he's been typing for several minutes with nothing to show for it. What is that supposed to mean--that he was killed, that he doesn't know what will happen? As if his life was a temporary thing. His thoughts buck at the idea itself, that Cat might be living on borrowed time.]
Why didn't you say something sooner?
[No, that's not--]
You're alive right now, aren't you? Why would that change if you left this place?