Ch. 3

I would have loved to ask about Nikk and the other hunters; would have asked Lex what was done to them and what else was going to happen to them. But I swallowed this urge with difficulty. Even if he seemed to trust me a little again, I had to develop the relationship between us before I could ask him questions of this kind. Otherwise he would draw different conclusions from it. Correct conclusions. That I was concerned about the prisoners' welfare, not just curious. And I didn't want that. I wanted him to trust me and believe that I was against the Hunter and completely on his side - so that he would let me in on his plans. Told me to the smallest detail what was going on here, what he was still up to. And I wanted to get involved, possibly have a say in something if I didn't like his plans. But there was still a long way to go. A hard way that I had to fight for. A path full of reluctance and hatred of what I had to do for it. But what else could I do? I had to take any path, step on the spot or hide away somewhere and feel sorry for me, was out of the question. I would perish from that and I didn't want that. I had fought for so many years and I would keep doing it until my last breath. Perhaps this great will to live was just in my nature and I couldn't do anything about it, just bow to this urge. In whatever way.

Shortly afterwards, Lex said goodbye to me, clearly telling me that I should leave now. I wondered why this brief visit was necessary as I went to my father's tent. He was probably just checking how far along I was in getting over One. I could only hope that I'd convinced him that I was getting better now. Lex was in charge here and was the one whose trust I needed to win. That was my current goal. 

"Have you ever heard? He finally woke up, ”I heard the murmur of voices from somewhere and stopped. I slowly crept in the direction it was coming from.

"Has Lex heard him?" Another voice wanted to know.

"I don't know, but if Lex lets me, I'll squeeze the necessary information out of him!"

"He'll finish you off in his half-dead state, you leek!"

"Not when he's chained and three men are pointing guns at his head."

There was neighing laughter, which made me clench my fists. Gritting my teeth, I turned and went to my father's tent.