"Missing?"Kurtfrowned,confusionwritinglinesonhisforehead."Butheleftwithyouthismorning."

        "Exactly."Reyamethisgaze,hereyessteady."Andafterthat,youdon''tknowanything."

        "Whataboutyou?"

        "Me?"ThecornerofReya''smouthcurvedintoafaint,unreadablesmile."Don''tyouworryaboutme."

        Kurtlookedvisiblyrelieved,thetensioninhisshouldersloosening.

        "Yousure?"

        Reyajustshrugged.

        Forher,thiswasn''tthefirstmantodieonheraccount.And,shefigured,hewouldn''tbethelast.

        SheneveractivelysoughttheirlivesItwasalwaysthemenwhothrewthemselvesather,likemothsdrawnmesmerizedintoanopenflame.

        Shedidn''tcareaboutthelaworitsconsequences.Shewasn''t,strictlyspeaking,anormalfunctioninghumananyway.Shehadnoambition,nodreams,notethertoanyoneoranythinginthisworld.

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