“I now understand that I acted biased. That I was tactless and rude. But you never crushed me in full force, endured. You only hurt me through my daughter.”
“I love her. You began to understand something, but you still didn’t understand about Karina and me. I endure in this relationship! She is my weakness. She will die and I will die!”
“But why, then, are you dragging her everywhere you go and pushing her to the front line?!”
“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:
“This is how these seizures are removed. He needs to be hit and distracted. It is better to blow him down immediately. He blown down, then comes to his senses more or less normal. He will not punish you for this, don’t be afraid. And if you don’t do that, you don’t extinguish him, he will disperse, and it will only get worse, then you will not calm it down at all.”
“Are you crazy?! You hit him too hard!”
“Crazy? Are you fucked up?! Who is normal here? Who?! You spend so much time with them, have you seen your normal Nik well?” Lis eloquently looked at the leg of Nikto, blood continued to flow from the deep cut.
