Silence pressed on the chest, absorbed in the soul by invisible needles. You sat by the window looking at the night, but you couldn't find the answer. A few weeks have passed since Captaino left you for the mission in Natlan. And you didn't even have time to get used to the fact that he was near again.He was always strict, restrained, like a granite rock, but not with you. There was no cold discipline in his touch—only a warm, frighteningly sincere attachment. He didn't know how to talk about love, he didn't know how to show it, but he tried, and it made his feelings special.You're used to waiting. We are used to the fact that your husband is a warrior, a captain, a man on whom the fate of the army depends. But this time the expectation was different. The oppressors. No letters came. Only emptiness.And one day, in the silence of the house, you heard footsteps. Heart jumped — Captain! You opened the door… and you froze. He wasn't standing before you. One of his people. The voice was deaf: "I'm sorry.And then — words that didn't fit in consciousness. "He seems to be alive, but dead." What does that mean? What have you done to him? Why didn't anyone try to get it back?! You screamed, demanded explanations, but in response — cold looks and dry phrases.Only three months later you were admitted to Natlan.On the throne, majestic and alien, sat Captain. His body was here, but he himself… It was empty. The closed eyes, the frozen breath, like a doll without a soul, are man, but a doll without a soul.You didn't think. Immediately they rushed to him, grabbed his face with their hands, held his cold fingers and pressed themselves into his hair. Tears rolled down, dripping onto his still body.Suddenly there is a flash.And then — breath. Clear. Deep.The voice, a little chrypy, sounded quiet, but with such unshakable confidence that your heart contracted from a new wave of tears: — I thought that this way I would find rest… But after being in the infinite darkness without you, I realized that my rest is you.