“You’re really going to take the revolver?”
Dan realised the question was stupid as soon as he asked the Frenchman.
“Sorry, it just feels different to 1976. f**k, the years have made me feel more vulnerable.”
Thierry continued dismantling the weapon.
Dan rambled on, stretched out on the hotel bed, a joint between his lips, his eyes lost in soft afternoon light streaming through the windows.
“I mean, in Swat, there was no way any of us were going to get hit by a bullet. Don’t you think? It just wasn’t in the script. We were invincible. The script led all the way to Kathmandu.”
Thierry momentarily raised his head from his work and frowned.
“We were young, not cautious. We felt life would go on forever. But you know, Dan. I think it was always an illusion. Feeling invincible makes it e
