"Speaking of which, have you seen the one who was with me? He's very young, just a boy."
Eric's voice rang out again, this time in Danish.
They hadn't known each other long, and they weren't related in any way. Still, Eric didn't want the boy, whose life had barely begun, to die needlessly on his account.
Just like before, the room fell silent for another minute.
"He was taken away by a person of importance."
"What? A person of importance?"
Eric's pupils constricted. He subconsciously touched his own face.
'What the hell? What's wrong with me?'
"He's a lucky one." The voice was tinged with sourness.
"A woman over forty. Is that the kind of luck you want?"
Eric: "..."
'No thanks. No thanks.'
'A moment of silence for Hessin.'
"Wait, how do you know all this in such detail?"
Eric seemed to have realized something and looked at Leif with great interest.
But Leif didn't respond.
