"Mister, do you ever smile?"
"…."
"You know what? Forget what I said back then. You don't remind me of my father at all. At least my father jokes around sometimes."
"…Do you ever shut your mouth? Should I have brought a stapler to seal it shut?"
Traveling across Germany and then the rest of Europe hadn't been easy for Julius and Anneliese, who was now on the run. After helping her escape, it didn't even take a month before Julius became a fugitive himself.
The German Republic had already fallen under SIBYL's control, and SIBYL deemed him a threat. As a result, he was branded a criminal. Julius had no choice but to flee the capital and buy as much time as he could before the inevitable.
"I can't believe I fell for your delusions," he said. "I should've just left you to rot in prison."
"Hehe. Don't say that, Mister. Leaving everything behind isn't a simple decision you can just make on the spot. You've been thinking about it for a long time, haven't you? Treason."
