The Mist and the Lightning. Part 19

“I’m tired of your tantrums, Vitor! And you won’t go anywhere, I won’t let you go anywhere, whether you love me or not, it doesn’t matter! We’re leaving together. The Black City has been waiting for us for a long time.

Kors nodded sadly.

“Yes. I said this phrase to Varakh. I said these words to Varakh and left, having stopped looking for my son. I abandoned my son.”

“And now you’re throwing again!” Nik tried to get closer, but Kors stepped back quickly, trying to keep his distance.

“I’m not leaving him!” He retorted hastily. “I’m just tired of your endless moral oppression, your pretense and lies! I want to trust you, but you are never completely sincere! Why are you doing this to me? I’mtrying! Trying! What have you done?! Kors stopped screaming, tears in his eyes.

Nik shrugged indifferently.

With the hope of support, Kors turned his gaze to Arel, but the face of the prince was, as always, indifferent and impassive. He didn’t care about Kors suffering. They were not touched by his pain for his son. Kors looked into these seemingly human faces, and understood that there were not people in front of him.

“You soulless beings! You have no compassion for the pain of others,” he said in desperation. “Why are you torturing me like this? For what? Who you are? Where are you from? Answer me!”

Nik and Arel looked at each other, slightly smiling, and looked at such a sad Kors.

“We are rulers,” said Prince Arel, smiling.

But Nik shook his head, as if disagreeing with him, and added:

“We are slaves.”

“We are everywhere.”

“And we are nowhere…”