11.3 Anyone can change...

- Help you? - asked the blonde, feverishly thinking WHAT can she do?

The girl took his hand.

Yes, that's much better...

-You need to go to the first-aid post, not to the war! Do you even know where to look for the moon?

- It will pass, - Oribi waved his hand at the wing, - Soon! Very soon! But first, I'll do...

Are you always so fair? How rarely do I meet such! - gasped Anfissa.

-Alas. But I must listen to Sarro.

-He's so cruel! Until today, I had no idea how much!

-He's not like that! You were wrong! - Kampir raised his voice, - It's me - a weakling! - He repeated with pain the words ingrained in his soul.

-Why are you talking to yourself? This is wrong!

Oribi shook his head.

- So!... - the wounded wing hung even lower than before, - We are almost there! - He exclaimed with a changed mood, - Now leave me!

Anfissa hesitated.

-Come on! I can't lift you again! Come back!

-Answer one question: who are you?

- So I know! - Oribi sighed with a barely noticeable smile on the edge of h
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