EVIL!Wifies

This wasn't the first day, not the first attempt to escape. No... there had been countless attempts, so many that one could collapse from exhaustion. This isn't something like Proton... this is worse. It seemed that Parrot was gradually getting used to the peculiarities of life here. For example... every day, observing Evilfis, one could notice various changes in his appearance. Oh, that Parrot's intense gaze irritated Evilfis at moments like these. And every time, the same dialogue, the same result. Weigh everything by its own criteria—in reality, it's you who are preventing yourself from escaping.

Evilfis's hand rose, but seemed to stop very close to his cheek, as if he was embarrassed to touch it and was leaving it there in anticipation of any unexpected action in the future. You're not as important to me as you think. Unless, of course, you're trying to achieve something with your presence here.

• pause. It created a sense of anticipation, of intrigue. Under that gaze, Parrot felt vulnerable, as if it were looking right through him.* And I know it is. How ironic that you think I'm crazy.

Come on, keep acting like you're some symbol of heroism, the savior of the server. Act like this doesn't concern you, because you know it will soon lead you and Theo to certain death.

During the conversation, Evilfis posed dramatically, pretending to be an actor in a burned-out theater. He spoke with obvious dramatic force You can't even save the server—where did you even get the idea to save "your" Wifis? He's dead.

*Parrot still couldn't believe that "that" Wifis was dead. He denied it so confidently, always convincing himself that "his" Wifis had simply disappeared long ago, nothing more. This made Evilfis giggle. * Oh, really? then... Evilfis sat down on a chair and looked at him with puppy eyes, as if deliberately forcing him to keep his voice low You're right, I'm sorry, Parrot. I shouldn't have said that, I'm just worried about you.