Alira was caressing Bella and talking to her softly. Suddenly she heard Daryen's voice, "What do you want from me?". Alira frowned and was about to teach him some manners when she noticed that he wasn't talking to her, in fact he was staring at a fix point on the trees, or maybe the air. "I was hungry... I was cold. I was tired of begging for a piece of bread. I was tired...", he continued, his face looked anguished. "Daryen?" Alira tried, but he did not seem to hear, he continued talking to some invisible entity, his expression turned into anger, then he looked down at his open hands as if they were covered with blood or something very greasy or dirty. It was as though he was rehearsing for a play, except no one could be that good an actor. As he continued tears rolled down his cheeks. "I am sorry. I would trade my life for yours if I could, if it would bring you back. But I can't... I can't undo what I have done," he said with desperation in his voice. Alira looked at him sadly, her eyes were watering now as well. From what Alira could understand he had killed someone, maybe more than one, and he was sorry. Was this true? Was he dreaming, hallucinating? Suddenly she was aware that he was looking at her. She flung herself into his arms and embraced him. "Daryen, a wise man once told me, no good ever comes from dwelling in the past." After a while she let go and looked into his eyes, two deep pools of a clear blend of blue and green, but quickly looked down shyly.