I felt something in his eyes for a moment. I know it. I felt his eyes explaining as if he want to appear clean in front of me that all he did had reasons. And I want to hear it. I saw him avoid my teary eyes. And then he spoke silently as if giving up to my cry. “He killed one of his comrades…”
Without looking at me, I know you spoke the truth when you explained why you killed this time.
Hindi ko alam subalit nanlambot ang aking pakiramdam ng bigla. Na parang lahat ng iyong mga ginawa ay nabibigyan ng dahilan.
“And he killed him just because his comrades stole food in their camp for his family…” Tumingin ito sa malayo. “I don’t kill without a reason, Vittoria. I don’t.”
Napakalapit pa rin naming sa isa’t isa subalit sa oras na yon ay tila wala kaming pakialam. Kahit pa nakatingin na
