Thank you...
[ Yi Sang sniffs as he attempts to steady his breathing, taking to placing his head against Meursault's chest. ] I would... like to be held. It feels as though I am protected. Please, allow me to stay in your quarters for tonight. I do not wish to return to my own white walls.
I... I see. I apologize, so very greatly, I should not be as distraught as I am. The thought of my lover taking the place of who I considered my friend... why did I cry at it? What a ridiculous thought. I apologize. I'm sorry... [ His grip on Meursault's hands tighten as his eyes squeeze shut. ]
Had you ever... seen him, yourself? Gubo, I mean.
You... worked at N Corp., for some time. So I am growing... anxious, I suppose.
Meursault... I- ah, the room. You must have seen it, in... in the dungeon in K Corp.. The room Gubo kept me in. Solitary white walls, not a spec of color, save for the pills I was to take. They said it was for my mental wellbeing, and yet, I always felt more ill when ingesting them.
Ah... one and one hundreth? How is it possible to read a one hundreth of a book...?
...N Corp.... Gubo does not seem fond of me any longer. However, if you will not pry, I shan't tell. I wish you the best of luck, Yi Sang.
It appears so.