"Why have you chosen a dagger out of everything?" he asked, voice calm.
Lisa's clenched fingers loosened slightly as soon as she heard God's voice. His silence before had been unbearable, like waiting for punishment in a room with no light. Now, just hearing him speak made her feel like someone had opened a door to a way out.
She didn't try to hide the reason behind her taking the dagger and answered honestly, though not completely.
"Having this dagger makes me feel safe."
She held the hilt tighter, pressing it to her chest like a plush toy—not to fight, but to hide behind.
Leon could feel that this child had some trauma—not just her, most of the people here were likely traumatized. Spending their childhoods in slums, having experienced brutal hunger and violence shown by the city—how could they not be?
