Really, the only thing that could, with some imagination, be called decoration, were the books and dvd's on the shelves, ranging from philosophy to schlocky horrors. Somehow, those two shelves only accentuated how bare the rest of the room was. Even Wendy's desk was neatly arranged, papers and folders stacked in carefully positioned piles. One book lay open on his desk - an introduction to Nietzsche, Kant and a whole slew of other German philosophers.
Wendy leaned forward, his gaze hooking into Van's. "I know that," he explained. "I had a reason not to fight back. My punishment would not be as mild as yours." Wendy shook his head. "No, I wish to know how to fight back with words. The way you do. Your tongue is your most potent weapon."