Ausar stood still and thoughtful. He did not believe in the ancient tales of gods and kingdoms. He already knew from the training he received in the camp that anyone recently called “insurgent” in the Western media was shot dead by the police without hesitating for a second as soon as they were discovered. He imagined Helio with his body riddled with bullets, which was the fastest and safest arrest the regime's secret services were using. But even though it was a crazy idea, the possibility of seeing Helio again breathed a precise goal into his life, waiting for him to come.
His superiors were pleased to see the noticeable change in the young soldier. They assumed that punishment in the desert had had its effect, though they did not know that it was not what they had imagined.
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