He suppressed the urgent thoughts racing through his mind, wondering what he should do.
He even wondered why she had spared his life.
She clearly didn't seem like the type to go soft. In fact, he had already been prepared to die, but she had let him live.
He didn't understand it at all back then.
Now, he was perhaps starting to understand.
Perhaps she had discovered something was off about him—had seen through his origins—and that was why she'd spared him.
'It's very likely she knows I'm from the future,' he thought. 'That must be why she wants to use me, to squeeze every last bit of information out of me.'
'But what happens after she's wrung me dry? Will she still let me live then?'
Right now, his mind was in complete chaos, a total mess.
His thoughts jumped from one thing to the next.
