Chapter 4781 (four thousand seven hundred and eighty-one) controlled
"He didn't answer me directly." The man said, "He asked me...if I knew why it wasn't necessarily true."
"Did you answer?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes." The man said, "I told him... I don't know."
"What happened next?" said the man with gray hands.
The man said: "Then...he asked me...asked me if I wanted to know."
"Did you answer him immediately?" asked the Gray Hand.
"I answered him immediately," the man said.
"Are you saying you want to or don't want to?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I said...if he...he is willing to tell me...then I will listen." The man said.
"What about him?" said the man with gray hands, "that's what he told you?"
The man said: "He told me in that condescending tone... If he wanted to tell me... I had to listen if I wanted to, or if I didn't want to. If he didn't want to tell me... I would listen no matter what. No. After saying that, he just... laughed."
"What do you think after hearing this?" asked the man with gray hands.
"It feels very uncomfortable," the man said.
"Then what did you say to him?" the gray-hand man asked.
"I didn't say anything." The man said, "I feel... it seems... it seems that it would be better not to speak."
"You didn't say anything?" the gray-hand man asked.
"Yes," the man said, "but...but I'm angry."
"Did he understand your anger?" asked the Gray Hand.
"Understood." The man said.
"How do you know?" asked the gray-handed man.
"He smiled and said to me, do you know... what it feels like to be controlled by others?" the man said.
"What did you say?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I just...just said...I know." The man said.
The man with gray hands asked: "He said this, so you think he understands your anger?"
"Not only that." The man said, "He then asked me...why I felt so angry."
The man with gray hands asked: "Did you answer him?" "I told him...since he...he knows it, I...I don't need to say more." The man said.
"What did he say?" asked the man with gray hands.
"He said... when you are controlled by others, you don't... just say what you want to say, and don't say what you don't want to say." The man said.
"What about you?" asked the gray-handed man.
"I still didn't speak." The man said.
"How is he?" asked the man with gray hands.
"He pushed his eyes out again," the man said.
"Do you think he's going to hit you with his eyes again?" asked the man with gray hands.
"Yes." The man said, "So I...I still said it."
"What did you say?" asked the gray-handed man.
"I told him, I'll say it right away," the man said.
"How did he feel after hearing this?" asked the gray-handed man.
"I just smiled and said...I'm still scared." The man said, "And he said...it's okay to be afraid. I should be afraid of him."
"What did you say?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I said I... was afraid of being tortured even more severely," the man said.
"How is he?" asked the man with gray hands.
"He asked me... who I was afraid of being tortured more severely," the man said.
"Did you answer him again?" the man with gray hands asked.
"Yes." The man said, "I said...I'm afraid of being tortured even more severely by him."
"What did he say?" asked the man with gray hands.
The man said: "He said...actually he was afraid of him."
"Do you agree with what he said?" the gray-hand man asked.
"I don't agree at all," the man said.
(End of chapter)