The Mist and the Lightning. Part 19

“Is that all you can tell me? Maybe there is not only the practice of the “hit and miss method”, but some kind of clear formula? Sequence of certain actions? Ritual? Like — I spit three times over my left shoulder and see the object’s childhood. I say “Stop, that’s enough!” and stop seeing childhood. I switch to the memories I need at the moment. I drank a glass of wine and say a spell, and see an object at a party. Give me theory! I’m poking back and forth like a blind kitten!”

“Theory without practice is useless, because everyone is a little different, and what works for one may not work for another.”

“But are there any fundamentals? That’s exactly that everyone is “slightly different”, but in fact, they are all the same, at the basic level they were created by higher forces according to a template…”

“Vitor, you studied this base while still in the service and working with any…objects. Read a hundred books about swordsmanship, and you will enter into a duel and you will understand a thousand times more, well… or you will die,” said Nik.

“But they teach the basics of combat! I need scripts!”

“Well, you know them! And in fact, everyone knows the basics of communication, they are inherent in human nature. They just don’t use them, they never think about it. And you thought, closely followed the actions of others, observed and applied your discoveries in practice. You just need to be clear about your intentions. It shakes you because you often don’t understand what you want. What do you want in the end from this object? Understand what you want from him, what is your goal, and act on that basis. If you want to drink wine, you stretch out your hand to the bottle and take it from the table, you don’t try to take it with your foot, do you?”

“What if I don’t know what I want? I want to see first, then understand. It was difficult for me to fit in with a woman. In red Tyutya. I barely understood how to pull away, I felt her with my body, I looked with her eyes. Fortunately, Parky wasn’t fucking her at that moment, otherwise I would have caught an unforgettable sensation!”

Nik laughed again.

“Any, even the most serious conversation, Vitor Kors will always eventually turn to fucking.”

Kors fell silent in annoyance.

“But you can also listen and feel what your lover feels under you when you fuck him,” Nik decided to sweeten.

“Ah, so I can enter, for example, into your memories, where we make love, where I take you, and practically fuck myself?”

“Yes! It’s great!” Nik was quite amused.

“Yeah… jerk off and fuck with myself — this, apparently, is mine…”

“Endless talk of fucking and brain jacking. Over the past day, you have fucked me in your head a million times! Well, how much can you do it?! He wants to study, hahaha…”

“I want to learn! What is the meaning of this gift? What use is it to me and what use is it that I watch stupid lives?”

“But you like it, and you climb in the minds of others all the time.”

“What is left for me? I entertain myself! I watch them like a play in a theatre, absolutely mediocre productions! Catastrophe! And you know… I never liked the theater! What an irony! All this is empty! From the fact that I see them, there is no sense, I see that they are not interesting to me and I don’t need them. They are stupid sheep. It doesn’t give me anything.”

“Except for jerking off?”

“Except for jerking off,” Kors agreed obediently, “I’m bored with it. Give me another gift!”

“I’m bored too, Vitor.”

“You don’t need to reflect me now, this is stupid, I learned all your tricks and gimmicks!”

“I don’t reflect. I’m really bored too. Why do you think you’re the only one who’s bored here? Lots of people are bored! You are not an exception!”

Kors turned to Prince Arel lying on the couch:

“Teach me to squeeze everyone with an invisible hand, as Arel can, give me such strength!”

“Why do you need it?”

“I need it! You are not helping me find my true self, holding me back because I am above you in the hierarchy!”

“Here it starts … I help you more than you think!”

“I am higher than you, and you are afraid of me and hold me back!”

“In my opinion, he drank pretty well at Zaf’s,” Arel noticed, “and he is being carried away.”

“But it seems to me that it always carries him, and even more when he is sober,” Nik disagreed.

He turned to the displeasedly silent Kors.

“Now I will inject myself with a restorative and begin.”

He took out his box, and, slightly bowing his head, as always concentrated, but at the same time very quickly began to prepare a dose for himself.

“I’ll inject myself in the neck, it won’t take long.”

And Kors turned away, he could never calmly watch the Demon destroy the body of his son.

“Nik, why did the unclean ones put you on black water, for what?”

“For nothing.”

“But why then? What was the meaning of it?!”

“Meaning? They wanted me to live.”

“What kind of nonsense? Or did you start injecting yourself?”

“No one in their sound mind would do that.”

“The key word here is ‘sound’. Maybe my human son tried to commit suicide in this way?”