On the rooftop factory,
MOHITO approached SHOUTNA,
who was leaning on the edge...
The two stood gazing at the sky
as if searching for an answer in the darkness of night.
The scattered stars were silent witnesses to a conversation that had not yet begun.
SHOUTNA began without taking his gaze from the horizon,
as if speaking to the stars themselves.
"We humans always tend to believe we are aware of everything..."
"But the truth is that this is the greatest deception."
The wind caught his words and carried them into the dark.
Finally,
SHOUTNA turned to MOHITO,
"Awareness is not doubting everything...
Nor is it rejecting everything others do."
His eyes were shining with a wisdom earned in battles fought within himself before the battlefields.
"Rather,
You must ask:
is what I see now real...
Or is it merely a deeper layer of illusion?"
MOHITO turned slowly,
his eyes glowing with a faint red light as he faced SHOTNA.
"People think awareness is waking up...
But the truth is, it has no end.
The more you arrive,
the more you discover you are in a deeper dream."
SHOUTNA stepped forward once,
his shadow stretching on the ground like a ghost from the past.
He looked straight into MOHITO's eyes,
a gaze that pierced every barrier and defense.
"Remember this well, MOHITO...
It is not your awareness that frees you...
but your realization that you are bound while you believe you are free."
A heavy silence settled,
broken only by the beating of their hearts.
Then SHOUTNA added in a deeper voice,
like the earth exhaling:
"True awareness begins
when you stop putting complete trust in your own awareness."
After a long pause,
MOHITO asked:
"Why didn't you tell the comrades about my truth?"
SHOUTNA was silent for a moment...
a cold wind swept across the roof,
carrying whispers of the past.
"Once...
BORBAKI told me you were the key to defeating the organization.
At the time,
I didn't understand what he meant."
SHOUTNA raised his hand slowly
and placed it on MOHITO's shoulder:
"But now I know...
You were never a cold killing machine...
remember that well."
SHOUTNA's touch on MOHITO's shoulder carried all the meanings of brotherhood and trust.
Then he turned his back toward the exit.
MOHITO followed with calm eyes.
"We'll finish our talk later;
Someone else is waiting."
SHOUTNA said as he opened the door.
SOLIMON appeared standing in the doorway.
His eyes were fixed on MOHITO,
carrying a mixture of anger and worry.
SOLIMON advanced with slow steps,
as if each step bore a memory of their past together.
"So you know...
I will not apologize.
What YOU did in TZARIA was wrong."
MOHITO smiled faintly,
His eyes were gleaming with deep understanding:
"I wasn't waiting for your apology."
The two stood in silence...
a silence more eloquent than any word.
This had always been their own language—
The silence they understood without needing speech.
Their way of saying,
"You will never walk alone."