"Because you don't even know what you're fighting for. I guess you were too busy scheming to remember to pray for enlightenment."
The man studied the look on her face as if she had just seen the future. But before he could speak again, he noticed the entrance shift slightly.
"It was nice meeting you, Lola," he said as he stepped back. "I'll see you again later."
Lola simply stared at him, following his figure with her gaze until he disappeared from sight. Silence settled in after the door creaked shut, and she found herself staring up at the high ceiling.
Everything the man had said replayed in her mind. Yet it didn't make her head throb painfully. It just repeated over and over, irritating her.
With her working hand, she curled her fingers into a fist.
I need to find a drug to get me moving, she muttered inwardly. I can't—
[I've wiped them all out.]
