"If you catch a break, consider it an insurance policy, but it's best if such things never happen."
Scissors raised his hand to smooth back his slicked hair.
John initially thought he was narcissistic, but now he realized—it was merely a subconscious gesture when he felt anxious.
Scissors was very concerned about his brother.
John smoked a cigarette and couldn't help but ask.
"Why won't Edward ever come to the shop? Your environment is so much more comfortable than his dump."
"It's just a clash of ideals."
"That reason sounds a bit far-fetched."
John leaned on the counter.
"I watched him use advanced algorithms to draw in real-time. Technology is just a tool, right? Is it really necessary to destroy prosthetics and eyeballs?"
Genius's famous saying applies to everyone at rock bottom.
As long as you're in the city, you have to eat, drink, and excrete, right?
"There's a difference between living and surviving, Mr. John."
During the day, the shop had few customers.
