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Chapter 150
🕑 Added 2021-10-04 09:26:51 +0000 UTCThe muffled bang of the far door was a relief for Irene, she was finally able to relax a little.
- He left...
Gray walls again began to press on the soul, and the cold disturbed the almost naked body.
Embracing her shoulders, the girl closed her eyes and tried to distance herself from the whole world.
And suddenly, a hoarse voice was heard from the side:
- You are a woman?
Irene blinked in surprise, and then answered softly:
- Y-yes ... And you ... Why are you here?
“It doesn't matter,” in response, he just tried to get up and somehow crawled to the wall, leaning his back against it. Irene was sitting in almost the same place.
The silence grew even colder ...
It has been a long time since she spoke with someone on an equal footing, for two years already ... It is not surprising that she could not restrain herself and began to ask questions.
- What ... What is your name?
- It doesn't matter, - came the same cold answer: - I'm not from here ...
- W-I see.
- And I ... - hesitating, the girl squeezed the rags of her clothes and sighed sadly: - W-it doesn't matter ...
In response, silence again.
This oppressive silence, for some unknown reason, began to frighten Irene. She did not want to interrupt the conversation with the first person who found herself in a similar situation with her and spoke to her after so many years, and she certainly did not want him to die because of the jailer's beatings.
`` Y-your wounds ...
But, unexpectedly ...
- Do you carry a child?
This question made her involuntarily in awe!
- A?! - Irene in shock turned to the wall. For the first time in a long time, her eyes flashed in disbelief! She was no longer surprised at anything after her husband's betrayal, but ... No one believed her, no one wanted to recognize her child, and then suddenly a stranger, who had not even seen her, said this ...
- O-where are you from ...
A grin followed in response:
- I feel the life glimmering in you, just like your sprouting Dragon Seed ... - he already understood who she was, but he just didn't want to admit it ... To get to such a time and place, to be in the same dungeon with her, do such coincidences exist ?!
Too incredible! And also, damn cruel ...
From the words of the wizard, the girl shuddered, and she lowered her eyes:
- I ... I made a mistake.
- A mistake? - Aidan grinned again, his voice literally turning their hoarse into a normal one before their eyes. The wounds were healing at an astonishing rate.
He started to speak normally pretty quickly:
- Don't worry ... We all make mistakes. I'm afraid this is just the beginning ... - he did not lie, only it became not clear whether he was talking about himself or about her ... Irene herself did not understand, but continued to gently stroke her belly. Right ... No matter what mistakes were in the past, if she can save her child, then death doesn't matter.
“I don’t think so,” as if listening to her thoughts, his voice continued to fill with strength.
- Death always matters. Our life path is not a true definition of the path to death, although we can take a step towards it for our own sake. Even the noble goal of ending everything is just the core of our weakness. After all, only the weak die ...
Closing his eyes, Aidan sighed.
- While we are alive, we do not strive for defeat, rather we have a chance not to lose. Ironically, but this is what leads to the worst, nevertheless, powerlessness eats away at the soul ...
Irene continued to listen, his words seemed strange to her. Although she understood their meanings, it was rather not hope or confidence that emanated from them, but rather humility ... He himself was not delighted with his own words.
But...
"Why?"
- Who knows ... Maybe I'm too cowardly? Or maybe I'm lazy and just want peace, realizing that all my attempts are just an illusion and the result is inevitable.
Aidan looked up at the ceiling and grinned wryly. He already knew the result, but still didn't want to put up with it:
- There are only two ways out: loss or battle ... Being a loser once, I don't want to experience it again, but I also don't want to continue ... That's just, I have to ... - he sighed bitterly:
- I wish the world would stop forever ...
Irene shuddered at such strange words. Something similar happened to Luna, hidden deep in Aidan's mind:
"Crazy ... Even for a man, his motives are so pitiful ..."
However, Irene, in fact, found something familiar in these words. Indeed, during these two years, she did not want hope or freedom, she only wished that everything would stop, simply, stop forever, and, right now, this unknown man voiced her true desire.
A world in which there is nothing but eternal rest. Life and death do not exist in that world - this is a world in which there is no path ...
The next hour, a couple of wizards seemed to plunge into this very world, without a path and a goal, warm and mystical. Only double.
Eventually, Aidan sighed and woke up from his sadness. He understood everything, to some extent, and Luna was right. And now is not the right time for such reflections. After all, he is in the past, not far from his girlfriend's mother. Could he ignore everything and just wait for the step of fate? And if he intervened and interfered, how would this affect the future? He didn't know what to do ...
“Why did I arrange that massacre? In the end, they caught me again ... "- grinning at his position and remembering how not so long ago he made a terrifying scene in an attempt to escape, Aidan simply resigned himself. Fate is a strange thing ... The path of life is unpredictable.
As a result, for the first time in a long time, he exhaled with relief:
- This ... And there is a taste of freedom? Cool and ... Calm ...
Irene did not answer, but someone else, it seems, decided to make themselves felt again:
“You are really sick if you enjoy such a dirty place, and even philosophize with your meager mind ... It looks like after the last time your brains were damaged! Decided to hide? Boy! What do you know about life ?! You are pathetic!"
- Ha ... Heaps ... I didn't choose this, - he grumbled and turned away:
- Now, I don’t need to look or go, I just close my eyes to the magician and have a good night's sleep again. My time has not even thought of coming yet. A different era and the coldness of death ... This place literally embodies my mood. So many dragons have died ... A mad general slaying Dragon Slayers. Doesn't it look like anything? Ha...
Luna didn't answer, she just frowned. In some ways, this man seemed too incomprehensible to her. When something touched his life, he seemed to see no reason to fight, but when something concerned his loved ones, he behaved like an idiot ... Now he turned out to be a simple prisoner, but at the same time he retained this annoying feature filled with dreary grayness. It would seem that he was just a sick phlegmatic, but at the same time he had a too vague temperament. Even if he was able to connect his fate with this world, it is as if he still has not recovered from his death.
A dead man who wants peace, he could not find anything that would make him fill his life ... And this man wore such a gift ?!
Ridiculous!
“It wasn't magic that turned him into this useless piece of meat, did it? I figured everything out ... Then what the hell ?! "
