Stavanger Bay Troverai quella mia timidezza

Like a leaf to the wind, he echoed through a toothy smile.

Oh, it was all nonsense, he assured him with a dismissive flick of his ear. Politics, hurt feelings, petty fights over territory.

Not that he didn't have his own pound of flesh to give. Not that his hands were clean of blood. But it was so easy to talk about it as if he had never truly been there. He had wrought a lot of pain, but guilt evaded him.

It was full of wolves, each wanting to have their own revolutions. He cast a downwards glance to the man, who lay sprawled out on the sand, lit by a diffused and pale sun. You're not missing out on anything.

He thought of Isotta, who he had left behind without so much as a tear. If he were to come back, she would never forgive him, but he found that he couldn't bring himself to care.