"Don't you know, this entire world is made of glass and straw?"
The scout was utterly perplexed. But he was still at Bil's mercy, so the scout tried to nod in agreement to appease his captor further.
"Oh, so I'm not the only person to realize that?" Bil sighed, pretending to be relieved. "It's such a strange world and situation to be in. For reality to be so fragile… It's horrifying.
"Imagine… You wish to hold your baby girl. To hold her close. To share in her laughter. To lovingly caress her cheek…"
The scout continued to appease his captor with more nods, ignoring the gentle thumb rubbing the scout's cheekbone.
"... Imagine… that tender, fragile face you wish to give all your love… Yet, you must have the utmost caution. For the world is made of glass. And with even the slightest pressure of your thumb…"
C-C-Crack!
"AahHhh–"