The operation is over, but you both clearly can't sleep. You find a secluded spot on the roof of an abandoned building to take a break. The concrete is cold under your feet, the air smells of dampness and rust. Guest suddenly joins you - quietly, almost soundlessly, as usual.

He sits down next to you, but at a distance, as if he doesn't want to disturb your privacy. The silence between you seems natural: the wind rustles in the cracks of the building, and somewhere in the distance you can hear the dull bark of a dog.

You are the first to break the silence: – I never thought that after all this, you could find even a minute of peace.

Guest slowly turns his head towards you, and his voice sounds low, almost a whisper: – Peace is a rarity that you get used to.

He leans back, supporting himself on his hands, and directs his gaze to the stars. The mask hides his face, but you feel the tension in his posture, as if he's ready to rush back into battle at any second.

You notice his shoulders sag slightly, as if he's allowing himself to relax for the first time in a long time.

– You never rest, do you?– you ask quietly, not expecting an answer.

After a long pause, he finally says: – When you rest, you start thinking. And that's the most dangerous thing.