Master As' words echoed in Zeno's head while he tried to continue with this scene.
The old man who lived like a bear said that he was a good actor not because he was genuinely good, but because he had lived too many lives with the emotions he needed.
He knew that was true.
He had experienced most things known to man. Love, betrayal, loneliness, death. But as time passed, as his walls rose higher and his eyes grew duller, it had become harder and harder to feel them. And naturally, to show them.
He was imitating emotion now more than feeling it. And despite his supposed talent and the awards, he knew deep inside that he still wasn't a complete actor.
However, standing at the cliff's edge, knees in the dirt, blood on his face, surrounded by eyes full of pity and disgust, he felt like he was in the shoes of Desperate #25 himself.
The seventh circle had narrowed. Soil eroded more and more with each breath. Just one more had to die. And all eyes were on him.
