I wandered around under a lost dream. I could not find any sense of consolation after the day had passed. I looked around and picked up an unsmoked cigarette.
"Would you consider…" he said without hesitation. "Just try it again."
"Definitely not," I responded, my tone somewhat mumbled. "It won't happen again."
"I don't think so," he said, fixing the collar of his military shirt. Later, he tucked it into his black army pants.
The room was hazy. I was vaguely aware of dust particles floating around, even without looking.
"Münzevir…" he said in his high-pitched voice for a man. Actually, he looked a bit too androgynous for a man. Akana is a weird person, at least based on my experiences with him. I wouldn't say he's awkward, but still... not quite normal.
"We killed a…" he began.
I cut him off. "It happened two days ago already. We lost contact with them."
"They will come back for us," he said, taking a chair and sitting in it loosely.
"Are you frightened?" I asked.
"Nah…"
We were… I wouldn't call it friendship or alliance i guess... It's something even weirder, and I can't define it properly. We work separately, and we argue most of the time. Akana is the one who wants to collaborate, but it's not my thing. We work antagonistically. I could even say I hate him