“No way. He's really cool.”
“Bullshit! And don't love him, he doesn't deserve it! He doesn't care about you, he uses you, he also demands: “Where is my victory?” He is completely insolent! He doesn't love you, Demon!”
Nikto was sitting sad and silent, and Kors physically felt how he yearned for Lis, regretting that he was gone. He wanted his love and recognition.
Kors was stunned by it:
“No-no, I won't leave it like that! I promised to help you, and I will put something else in you, the right thing. I'll squeeze out all the shit that Lis put into you. Firstly, it is unacceptable to talk and communicate like that, and I will take care of your upbringing, your culture of speech. And secondly, I will explain to you that you should not love those who don’t reciprocate and just use you. This is not the case! Do you agree with that?”
“Yes,” answered Nikto indifferently.
“Do you understand that Alis doesn't love you? He probably doesn't love anyone at all!”
“I understand everything,” Nikto quickly touched his face with his right hand several times in a row.
“Maybe he only loves himself,” Kors continued, “and even then, I doubt it very much, looking at how he fights, this is not even courage, it’s some kind of suicide, he doesn’t think where he is going.”
“He thinks,” Nikto tightly grasped his left wrist with his right, trying not to make uncontrolled movements.
And Kors saw it, the way he tried to calm his hand:
“I will help you, Nik, to get rid of this splinter, human weakness.”
Nikto didn’t object, and Kors was inspired:
“You will forget about him, and when we return to the Black City, by this time I will teach you, you will speak normally, because we need this to fulfill my Mission, do I understand correctly? After all, my Mission will clearly be associated with the Upper City, and not with the Lower, of course. What should I do in Lower? This means that you will need to learn to speak the way we, the Supreme Sirs, talk among ourselves, and not the way you, illiterate commoners, talk. I'll teach you, okay?”
“Okay,” Nikto answered.
Kors nodded in satisfaction and took the lists of the dead from the table.
“Oak stump…” He shook his head. “Expressions of the poor, who don’t even have a table, but instead of a table there is a wooden stump!”