Hava and Litu split

In the forest near Curt. Curt.

"How obstinate you could be like youth!"

He looked at the old man. He wasn't catching the gist of the whole thing. Probably the old man was making a metaphor of the words but he wasn't that patient. He wasn't that gifted. He wished he was.

He was standing by the door of the hut and was about to open. He was preparing to leave for Curt. He was done with the odds of the old man.

He had a family. He had a child. He had a wife. He wouldn't possibly watch them blown into extinction by the professed wiles of fate.

He didn't even know why he was still standing there. He should had broken the door open and left the old man in regret.

At first he had thought that the old man would be of help to him in the wild but he had only being clueless.

The old man had only but complicated things talking about things unknown. About omens and wiles and pain and predictions that he would only owe to delinquencies of old age.