Kors looked at him closely.
“Nik, are you high?”
Nikto raised his face covered with a mask:
“Yeah,” he drawled.
“And strong? Completely stoned? Yes, Nik?”
“Uh-uh… yes,” Nikto answered a little more clearly, but in unclean, “Nik, you're high,” he repeated and laughed softly.
“Gods, you’re finished! You are really finished, and you will catch an overdose again!”
Nikto answered, dropped his head between his hands again. And Kors saw now only his white top and long bangs with a black strand.
“It’s really difficult with you! Nik… I don’t understand. Do you feel so bad in a human body? In our world? Is it so unbearable?”
“Leave me alone, how tired I am of you all!”
“Nik, speak to me in black, please.”
Nikto raised his head again, and straightened his hair, slightly removing it from the mask:
“I'm fine,” he said in black, still responding to Kors’ request.
Arel, standing nearby and holding his horse by the bridle, as usual, silently listened to their conversation. Smiling slightly, he raised the flask of the unclean to his lips, taking a good sip of it.
“Nik,” Kors continued, “I think you’re doing the wrong thing. You are going crazy from your supposedly limitedness in this body. You have too much pride and no humility. Rather, you completely misunderstand him, you confuse humility with humiliation.”
“As if you understand!”
“Yes, I understand.”
“And, of course, impeccable Vitor Kors, who knows and understands everything!”
“At least I try. I am walking this path. I made peace with Lis, and I understood him. And you continue to mock and humiliate him, yes, then you allow him to hit you on the head, but this is not humility! This is a perversion! And I realized that the half-blood is no worse than me, that he is the same! He’s a man too! And we are equal. And you – no! You, Demon, don’t want to accept the fact that you are the same as us!”
“You are mice!”
“And your wings are now black! And broken. Your wings were broken, I felt it and I was very scared. What is Bustwich?”
“World of Shit, nothing special,” Nikto answered, to Kors’ disappointment, rather indifferently, “just World of Shit, like everything else.”
“What is happening to you?!”
“Nothing,” Nikto shrugged, “nothing happens to me.”
“Do you understand that you are bad at performing tasks and your Missions?”