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86 Amit Bobrov
“So ye have your answer then!” He said cheerfully.
“I don’t follow,” I replied, growing confused.

“Starting fresh has a price; you pay it by leaving behind those
that love you and those whom you love,” he said. There was
something in his voice. A quality I cannot explain. It touched
something, inside of me.
“What if she’s dead?” I asked.
“What if she’s waiting for you at home?” He retorted quickly,
not letting me think too long these sad thoughts.
“Then I have to find her, of course,” I replied, and moved
subconsciously to start running.

“Hold on there! Do you remember her name? Or where she’s
from? Do you have any idea how to find her?” He asked.
“Not really,” I replied, frustrated again by how stupid and rash
I was.
“Well, there aren’t that many settlements nearby, so you’ll
probably find her, or at least someplace that’ll jog your memory
if you take your quest seriously and travel around,” He said, not

losing patience with me.
“You’re right. Tank you,” I replied, and started thinking of
the track ahead, and who she may be. But then a suspicious
thought entered my mind. This man who saved me from Hell,
who sprang out of nowhere, took me to his home and cared for
me as if I were his lost son … I wondered, why all the kindness?
Who was he, really? I knew it was improper of me to think ill of
my host, but I couldn’t help it.
“I’ll leave you to your thoughts, then,” he said.

“No, wait!” I replied hastily, extending my arm towards him.
“What’s wrong?” He asked and remained sitting.
“Well,” I began, retracting my hand, “I don’t mean to be rude
or burden you in any way, but may I stay here a while longer?”