“I feel neither one nor the other, Arel …”
“I know! That scares me! I want to feel! I want to feel hunger, cold, everything! All manifestations and emotions! As a person, not as an animal!”
Nikto laughs.
“What wrong with you?”
“Nothing! Just stayed a bit out of my skin!”
“And in whose? Animal’s?”
“Not! Nik! I was you! And … And it is wrong if you live like this …”
“Another glitch, Arel …”
“I would be happy about that! Let it be just a bad coming, because if this is your life, then this is hell! Why didn't you say anything to them? Did not explain? Although yes, you didn’t really know the language, they would be even more scared, and your voice …”
“What explained? To whom?”
Arel rushes to him, snapping abruptly, squeezing his shaggy head in his hands, clinging to himself.
“To these assholes! They humiliated you! Gods! How I love you! Why – don’t know! Why do I love you so much?” – he kisses Nikto on the injured forehead, on the scar. “Poor, poor my being! My poor monster!
You are a monster, Nik, do you know about this? And I love you so much!”
Nikto meekly allows him to squeeze himself, squeeze in clumsy embraces, touch the scars.
Arel removes him from his face, gazing in the wavering light of candles, his gaze glides over the body, neck, chest, and arms, all painted black for good.
“What a horror,” – he says quietly and squeezes Nikto again in his arms. “What a horror to be like you!”
He suddenly abruptly pulls away, as another thought comes to his mind:
“Would you like to be like me? Do not cripple? Would you like to be me?”
“You are in my heart.”
“Yes! For sure! I live in you! And you in me! That's why I catch such parishes! Did you do this?”
“If there is something wrong about you, then I have nothing to do with it!”
“I believe you now, strangely enough, why would you put such memories in my head! I probably really caught them myself, I was there, on this street in Lower City, at this well!”
“Well?”
“Yes! I have never been on a plain, but if I come there, I will find this place! I swear it exists!”
“So, you were me?”
“Yes!”
“Well, you felt like a demon in human form, or obsessed?’ – in the voice Nobody reveals blatant sarcasm.
“Not! Heck! Not! But … But there was a lot of emptiness … There was enough space … for … maybe Enrique and the others are not so …’