“Yes,ifIshouldeverseeDimitriagain,IowjustifymyselftohihisgiveandtakemakesusevenandIdon’thaveanythingmoretodowiththismess.AstowhatenmityexistsbetweenhimandVio,hasnothingtodowithme.Imustextricatemyselfpletelyfromallthis.Thesituationnowis1-1=0.It’sasifnothingeverhappenedandhasnothingatalltodowithme.:Sayingso,heturnedandwalkedrapidlyawayonhistwoshort,sturdylegsintotheflowerpatch.ThingsonthiseartharestraheyareplicatedandnotassimpleasMr.Fihought.OnlyMr.Fiwistedbraincouldeupwithsuchabsurdlogic.Thingsohotbesolvedbysuchsimplemathequationsas1-1=0.Sometimes1-1doesnotequal0.ThatissomethingMr.Fingercouldnotuand.
WhenMr.Fingerleft,Vioyonthegroundinherownpoolofblood.Shewasasp,butdead.Shethought,
“Whenoneisonthepointofdeath,everythingequalszero.WhatistherethatIhavetohave?Whatisworthfightingfor?Everythingequalszero.ButIamodie.MymotherisinfieryGehennawaitingformetosaveher.MymagnifitgoldpacehasjustseenthelightofdayandIhaven’treallyeyet.No,Iotdie...Withsomuresolved,Iotdie.”Suddenlyshethoughtofsomething.“Igethesizeofmybodyatwill.IfImakemyselfbigasanormalwoman,thatwoundIjustreceivedwouldbejustascratch!”Sosheimmediatelygedherselftersizeandwonderofwohatlittlewoodenspikewasstucklikeathorn,hurtingherfleshbutnoneans.Shepluckedoutthespike,threwitontheground,pickeduphersword,bowandarrowsandwalkedtowardsthesideoftheke.Untyingtherope,shelookedbackatthewildernessaroundhersayingwithdeephatred,“ThatslipperyMr.Fingerissuretocausetroubleiure.”Butthesituationbeingsuch,therewasnothingshecoulddo.Rowi,Viowentbacktoherbelovedgoldpace.
Thewelepartyforelle,AngeliatalieandLotushastilyendedandElinadroveDimitribacktohisstudioapartment.Itwasonlythedurationofadinner,butintheKingdomofDreams,earth-shakishadtakehepacehadbeenburnt,thewholeKingdomhadbeenseizedandoccupiedbyCyclopsandVio,butnoonehereknewanythingaboutityet.Thecarransmoothlyaroundtheke.
“Thefogisheavytonight”saidElina.“Itlooksinsolubleandmakesthiskeseemallthemoremysteriousaic.HowIwishthistripcouldstforeversowedriveslowlyihickfog.”
“Thesewordsdooefromyou”saidDimitriwhowassittingbesideher.“Theyarethewordsofapoet.”
“It’snotonlypoetswhowritepoetry.Weordinarypeoplealsohavepoeticthoughtsinourmindsas,onlywedon’tknowhowtomexpressthem,that’sall”
“Yht.Yht.”
NomatterhowmuchElinawishedtheshorttripwouldstlohecarhadreachedtheredlightiviewofDimitri’slittlestudio.
“Hey,Dimitri!”excimedElena.“”There’ssomeoneclimbingintothewindowofyourapartment!”
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