Matt POV
I owned a dog when I was a kid.
All white fur. Too obedient for his own good.
"Sit."
He would sit.
"Paw."
He would lift his paw and wag his tail as if he had just been praised by the world itself.
He died of old age when I was in high school.
I am not sure why I am thinking about him now.
"Kneel."
I kneeled like a beggar.
"Bow."
I bent forward and lowered my head.
It was probably because I felt like that dog right now.
Nagi kept talking. Something about responsibility.
I could not really tell. Her voice blended into the cold air, sharp and impatient. I did not even know why she was angry in the first place.
"So," she said, crossing her arms and tapping her foot against the frozen ground, "you know why I'm angry, right?"
I scratched my cheek. "Um… no?"
"Down," she ordered.
"Down?" I echoed, confused.
She answered with her eyes alone. There was fury there. Clear and unquestionable.
I lowered myself until my forehead touched the ground.
