Garrison frowned, irritation flashing across his face. "What's so funny?"
Ben's laughter grew louder, almost hysterical, his shoulders trembling.
"What do you even know?" he spat, his voice cracking as it rose. "You sit above everyone, don't you? Looking down from your high place… so how would you ever understand what I went through?"
His eyes reddened, filled with a mixture of anger and despair.
"Do you even have a heart left, Garrison?"
That was enough.
Garrison's expression darkened instantly. "If you have something to say, say it properly. Stop acting like a victim."
Ben's laughter stopped abruptly.
The room fell silent again.
Slowly, he lifted a trembling hand and pointed at Garrison, his finger shaking with suppressed rage.
"A victim?" His voice dropped, low and bitter. "If you think I'm not one… then tell me something."
He leaned forward slightly, his gaze piercing. "What's my full name?"
Garrison froze. The question caught him off guard.
