What I say, goes…
"That is exactly what a Jailer would say." Bran kept his voice calm and composed, completely in contrast to the panic he was feeling inside.
"But I am not one. I am someone who is more of a caretaker for you." Killian pointed out.
"It certainly does not feel Sir. Not when I have been told that I cannot get out. Do you think of me as stupid? That I cannot decide for the fact that I am not being allowed to leave the premises of the apartment." Brandon snapped, having enough of the ruse. They needed to talk about it.
Killian raised an eyebrow making him feel like a child rebelling against a parent. "It is not advisable for you to step outside. It's rush hour traffic, there are people on the street in Hari to get somewhere, you need time to work which is why I suggested for you to walk on the balcony. You can go slowly, and according to the pace you want to set."
