He looked me straight in the eyes.
“If there is something you don’t know about me, ask. I will always answer.”
I touched his lips again with my fingers.
“Does it bother you when you’re alone?” this question has been bothering me for a long time, because although I had my own opinion on this subject, there was a margin of uncertainty. “What happens with your mind when you are?”
Monty was silent for some time, his silver-gray eyes with a black border around the iris remained motionless, only the pupil holes, performing – as in people – the same role as the aperture in the camera, widened slightly and narrowed.
“When I an alone, when there is nobody with me, there doesn’t exist a reason to act,” he said slowly, as if searching for the right words. “It’s as if there was nobody in the worl
