"No, it's not an answer. I could have accepted such an answer from Tol but not from you. I wouldn't even ask Tol, it is clear about him. But you, Arel, I expected a different answer, I thought you were smarter."
"Do you hear?" Lis asked. "He thinks you're a fool."
"Fine," Orel said in irritation, "don't add fuel to the fire. I would like to punish Squint-Eye but I see it won't change anything – he punishes himself, and cruelly. Bert, promise me you'll stop abusing yourself, stop mutilating your body and raping your mind. It's enough. I beg you, stop killing yourself!"
Squint-Eye didn't answer.
"Fine, if you're tired of everything and you want to die, do it with dignity! Like a warrior! Not like a street wench. Die fighting! For us to bury you with honor." Orel paused. "At night we'll start attacking and you will have a chance to make your wish come true," he said at last, got up and walked away from Squint-Eye.
Squint-Eye stayed sitting on the floor; he leaned against the massive leg of the table tiredly. His hair, cut in an ugly way, hung pathetically framing his pale face; in the front thick black strands reached only to his chin now. He shook his head, touched the remnants of his previously gorgeous long hair.
"You regret your hair," Orel noticed his gesture. "How could you disfigure yourself like that?"
"I'm sick," Squint-Eye said quietly. "Orel, I'm so sick."
"You need to restore yourself, not to destroy," Orel poured some wine. "Go to your room and stay in bed. We're going without you now."
Squint-Eye looked at him frightened.
"Hey, don't look at me like this! Don't try anything stupid, clear?"
"We cannot leave him like that," Lis said. "He'll stay alone and who knows what'll come to his mind. He'll start cutting himself again."
"What do you suggest?" Orel lit another cigarette.
"I think we should tie him to the leg of the table and Asa will look after him until we come back."
Orel smiled. "Hm, why not. Do you have cuffs for him?"
Lis took out the cuffs, tossed them to Orel. Orel came up to Squint-Eye.
"Give me your hands, my friend, and no shit."
Squint-Eye, without looking up, put his arms behind his back and let Orel chain him to the table leg.
Lis leaned to him.
"So, now we won't need to worry about our mad dog."
Squint-Eye turned away.