The Mist and the Lightning. Part V - стр. 4
“I didn't want this,” answered Nikto. “I didn't want this,” he repeated, looking away, turning away. “Damn! I wanted to help you! And you die! You die on my eyes!”
“If you don’t give me your medicine, I’ll actually die! Why are you torturing me! Why are you so cruel?! What is my fault this time? What have I done wrong?!”
“I just wanted to help.” pronounced Nikto sad and thoughtful. His voice became a little softer, and Arelimmediately caught it, in a new desperate attempt he threw himself at his feet, from where only the forces were taken.
“It hurts,” he said plaintively.
“Arel, Arel, I do not know how to cure you!”
“You know!” growled Arel frustrated and already with malice. “Your medicines! Your drug! You’ve made me addicted! And now you don’t know! And what should I do? Go to Sguint-Eye?! But he has not the same, they do not bring me such relief! And the hungover is twice as strong!”
“I didn’t give you drugs,” Nobody faltered, picking up words. “I did not give you the drug in the true meaning of the word.”
Arel looked at him with great doubt.
“Don’t look at me as if I really am the fiend of hell, ruining your innocent soul! You're like your mother! Even worse, your illness began to manifest earlier and stronger! If I didn't give you these … These sedatives from time to time. That’s all! It’s the end! I delayed this moment as much as possible! But your madness is developing whith such a speed that it cannot be stopped!”
Arel covered his face with trembling hands:
“Like mom,” he whispered. I felt it … These parishes, from time to time
… Why didn’t you tell me before?”
“I did not want to scare you. However, I told you. I said that you were on the verge, but you, as always, did not listen to me. Did not want to hear. Like the others. I cannot get across you what I really want to say. I really don’t speak your language well, you don’t understand me!”
“We don’t understand each other, nobody understands anyone, and the reason is not the language.”
“Well, try to understand now. Try to understand that I don’t want something bad to you. On the contrary, I felt sorry for you, I softened your attacks, and you forgot how to suppress them on your own. You don't want to fight anymore, and I don't know how to get you out!”
“What if "black water"?”
“Not! You’ll never get off her! You aren’t a Lis, you really have little willpower, you easily get into everything you embrace. You easily become addicted.A couple of glasses and you cannot stop, a couple of shots and you're ready for anything to get more. "Water" will ruin you in a couple of weeks!”
“But why so?”
“Because your brain is week!”
“Help me! Find something if you really kind to me and don’t wish me anything bad as you say!”
“I will not prick you again, otherwise you’ll never get out. Alcohol will be sufficient.”
“I cannot anymore! I'm starting to puke. It’s the same with the food.”
“Da-a-amn, mad, my knowledge is not enough for you, this is a degeneration, and I am almost powerless.”
“But… but… do you still love me?’
“O-o-oh, what are you thinking about?!”
“Do you love?”– Arel whispered softly, and his voice trembled.
Nikto leaned toward him, hugged him, lifting him from the floor, putting him on the bed like a toy, like a big doll.