Cesur and I were just like the wolf and the lamb. In front of Kuzgun, I was no different than a wolf. The hatred that made us both strong made us show each other our teeth.
His anger was not enough to suppress my anger. My anger was no better than his.
So it was impossible for us to trust each other and it was very difficult for us to find a middle ground. Yet we knew well that we had no one but each other.
We had common reasons that brought us together, and we both clung to those reasons.
The raven flicked his fingers on the arm of the chair several times. He was thinking. He was worried whether I would betray him. He was right to worry. Even I wasn't sure of myself.
"So, what do you want to do?" he asked.
"I want to go home."
He fixed his eyes on me. He was staring at me strangely. His gaze was sickening. That's how I felt every time I met her. Nausea.
