Brotherhood Bar-Talks

[Othman]

Julio tried to conceal his miserable state, sweeping his damp face while Skyelius was whispering some words. He sounded as if he was a great friend who minded to care about Julio. Maybe he really did or maybe not but the thing was obvious that he sounded friendly and frankly. They both seemed to be exhausted of the sadness though and were barely able to speak.

Julios hands strangely began trembling while Skyelius was talking about the Altaneria, probably because that made him recall the explosion instance. He felt a great pain in his already injured right arm, tried to stand up but staggered after a few steps and heavily kneeled down again.

Julio decided to do the last thing he would do while his left hand was reaching the small rum bottle nearby. He would drink till forgetting anyting he had in his mind. He felt that it was the best way to avoid not only the physical pain he was being tested with but the disasterous mental anguish which was clearly worrying himself to death.

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On the uncharted lagoons of anguish, I sail with a canoe made of my sins.