“Yes, because I can’t live without her for a minute!”
“That’s what gives you the strength not to love the Demon, you have Karina! But she also loves you, don’t doubt, I know,” Kors said confidently and remembered about Nija. And about Prince Arel, and Nikto, and Zaf, yeah…
And Lis took a cigarette and silently lit it.
Kors entered the room with the bear on the wall.
Nikto was lying on the bed without moving.
But Kors was determined to ask for Lis with a firm intention to stop this chaos at last.
“Nik?”
Nikto didn’t answer or move.
“Nik, is everything all right?” Kors asked cautiously, something was wrong, and he felt it.
Nikto rose heavily, his face was covered by a mask, black empty eyes “looked” at Kors from the cracks. He just sat with his head turned towards Kors and was silent.
“Where are Arel, Verniy?”
“I sent them to the stable, and what?” nevertheless, to the relief of Kors, Nikto answered.
“Why don’t you ride your horse too?”
“I don’t want.”
“Why? You love him so much.”
“I don’t want anything,” Nikto said, and fell back on the bed.
“Every day you don’t take off your mask and sleep in it.”
“I glued it to my face.”
“But why?!”
“Why?! In order not to do anything else with this face! Not to spoil it even more.”
“Gods, no,” Kors whispered, “you can’t make it worse, everything is already ruined there!”
“I know that no, so I glued this fucking mask to my face,” Nikto shouted, and suddenly, quite unexpectedly and very quickly, grabbed his knife and stuck it into the thigh of his lame leg with all his strength.
Blood splattered in different directions.
Kors’ face changed:
“A-ah! Stop it! Stop it! Leave this body alone! Stop mutilating this body!”
“Damn, I’m going to cut off this fucking leg! Stay away, Kors! Better don’t come!”
Kors rushed out of the room, he ran after Lis, it seemed to him that Lis knew Nikto better, and knew better how to handle him and extinguish his seizures:
“Lis! Lis!”
Lis ran into the room, Nikto was sitting on the floor, fortunately, he didn’t have time to cut anything of his body. And Lis, to Kors’ amazement, quickly approached and kicked Nikto with a foot, right to say, kicked him in the gut, and then with a fist in the temple, and Nikto seemed to lose consciousness from a blow to the head.
Lis turned to dumbfounded Kors: