Capitano couldn't tell if it was a reward or a punishment. Now he was trapped here, forever, frozen in the same position as his living consciousness. Now he had no way to not speak or move. Even his pupils always remained in the same position under the mask. But one thing was important. Now all the souls that were kept in his heart, all his comrades and friends, finally found peace from their endless suffering.

But there were good things too. Every evening he was not alone. This guy, Dima. He came to him, took care of his body even if it was completely unnecessary and unimportant. And then Dima would climb on top of him, hide under his big thick cloak, covering them both, and fall asleep.

Today was the same day. Dima was humming something, carefully drying Capitano's hair after he washed it. After that, Dima climbed onto his lap and settled down comfortably under his warm cloak. Capitano watched him somewhere inside his mind, looking over Dima's body, peering into his soul.