"Of course!" Lis snorted. "It takes effort. It's much easier to inject yourself some shit and then cut yourself."
"Lis, enough," Orel ordered. "Bert – well, Squint-Eye, if it is easier for you… pull yourself together at last. You angered me a lot but I've already calmed down because you're really pathetic. Your fits became too frequent, you become unbearable, you become a burden for all of us."
Squint-Eye raised his gaze at him.
"So, what are you waiting for? Kill me!"
He pushed his short, unruly hair away from his face, raised his head proudly, one of his eyes looked at Orel bravely. His pale lips were compressed stubbornly. He was beautiful at this moment, somehow calm and peaceful. Despite everything, he was a warrior, dark, wicked and strong.
Orel shook his head.
"I can't kill you, we've been together for too long. We were together since the very beginning. You did a lot to restore our square."
"Gods damn your square," Squint-Eye growled, "my whole life went to hell because I had bad luck to be born in your territory! Where is everyone who helped you to assert your power? Where are they? Long rotting in your castle cemetery! I want to join them. If you can't kill me, tell Lis."
"No," Orel shook his head.
"Then him," Squint-Eye pointed at Nikto.
"Maybe, her?" Lis looked at Asa, then at Squint-Eye.
"Fuck you! Do you want to humiliate me even when killing!" Squint-Eye screamed.
"No one is going to kill you," Orel said. "Forget about it and try to pull yourself together. I'll talk to Nik, maybe, he will care to help you, and you'll quit that shit."
"Nik?" Squint-Eye smiled. "What a beautiful name he has now, I would never think Nikto and Nik is the same."
"Shut up," there were steely notes in Orel's voice.
"I don't want him to help me," Squint-Eye said, "I don't want anyone to help me!"
"You will try to get up yourself, right?" Orel asked. "You will try hard."
"No, I don't want to, I don't see any sense in it," Squint-Eye cracked his knuckles nervously. "Do you see any sense in this endless war? Tell me!"
"Sense?" Orel thought for a moment. "I like it, I like fighting. I enjoy it, I can't imagine my life without war, without risk. Why should I look for sense in enjoyment? I entertain myself, so, the rest doesn't matter."
Squint-Eye shook his head.