He searched his pocket and took the glass eye out. The light was dim.
“I was feeling safe because I had this one”, he stated. He then chose to tell her the truth, letting his heart free from the chains weighing on it. He did it slowly, uttering each single word like a child trying to justify himself. After he had finished, he imagined to have a pale, bloodless face. However, he was feeling light like a feather carried by the wind.
During his confession, N’ahele had looked indifferent, but she addressed him with a confident tone then: “You’re really brave. You could go on lying, but you found the force to tell me how things really stood, instead. You’re better than these men. They are always looking at me like a wild beast. That’s what my granddad meant, when he told me we shouldn’t trust
