“Of course, it all changed outside of Rio and the man he once was, died, as did other matters in his life and he was reborn within the fires of that change, becoming Mal, a man he was destined to be all along. In Rio his gentiles had been horribly tortured for days with electricity by vicious Rio cops, as the image of his dead and bloated woman’s corpse in a ditch rotted before his eyes.”
As Oba chatted through the day, telling her of such tragedies that she thought unimaginable, they so were so struck with absolute human horrors, the rain fell and the black clouds grew dense out through the skylights of the loft. Finally, though partially she began to understand, that Mal indeed had been murdered, only to be reborn the amazing man that she now loved.
“Quite clearly, he is the bravest ma
