Adam stayed silent for a few seconds.
Monica kept looking at him.
Her question was simple from the outside. If someone was innocent, they should fight. If something wrong happened, they should stand up and prove the truth.
That was how people like her looked at the world.
Adam slowly placed his spoon down.
"Monica," he said, "in our world, it does not work like that."
Monica frowned.
"What do you mean?"
"We do not always have that luxury."
She opened her mouth, but Adam continued before she could speak.
"You should know that too," he said. "You are also here on scholarship, aren't you?"
Monica's expression changed.
It was small, but Adam saw it.
Her fingers tightened around the glass near her hand. Her eyes moved once to the side, then back to him.
"Yes," she said quickly. "You are right."
After that, both of them became quiet.
