Grejs has given a hand to his face, but and has not concerned. He would not allow.
"- Mine" - he has told that evening. And she has answered:
"- Yes, Iwo".
But she has not told that it for ever.
Chapter 15.
It did not remember, how they have found this way out. It has appeared as always anywhere and has started singing, has
begun to live in a shower in millions the bright sparkles, Gordon's happy laughter and soft light of its green eyes.
But, the word of honour, is better they would not find it! That she has seen, was awful, it is impossible, unacceptably!
Grey walls were painted by blood. And nearby the person lay, and its hands were in blood, both clothes, and the
semidecayed person - everything, all was in blood! In this chaos, in a stream of the blood, the withered flesh it at first has not
noticed the small flask smashed, lying hardly at some distance the dead. Under a flask the floor has for some reason burst.
What it, Gordon? - She has asked, trustfully having clung to it, searching for protection.
She searched for protection from death.
TH I do not know, Odri, - has unwillingly answered it and has thought that Grejs of it would not ask.
She would try to learn itself. It would be important to it to learn it most, to learn before it, to be better than it...
It has bent to a corpse. An unwrapped stomach, blood-stained hands, a pain grimace on the person - all spoke for itself. And
the flask, a flask too was in blood...
Glory of Justice! - he has whispered, liberating a knife from the stiffened fingers of a corpse.
He has turned away, not in forces more to see the disfigured person. The terrible guess has slashed heart with inevitability,
but he has not paid to it attention.
Glory of Justice! - he repeated in a low voice, addressing that to itself to Odri to the Justice, - they would not admit, it is
impossible...
It "is possible", - told consciousness.
Life experience spoke, the reason spoke, but heart, having compressed with despair, from a sudden pain, from treachery of
all mankind, refused to trust.