The volunteer guards circled the area near the tent slowly and quietly, keeping distance to each other and keeping their eyes open as the wind kept blowing and the snow kept falling. It was suffering for all of them, but now that they had volunteered, none of them dared to go back in. Keeping track of time was beyond any of them, and nobody could tell if minutes had passed, or if hours had passed. At some point 32A noticed something by her truck that wasn't there a few moments ago. She froze in place and squinted her eyes to look into the distance.
"Is that a person?" She whispered to herself.
While she stood there looking, Ilkka caught up with her as he was making his circle around the area.
"What are you looking at?" Ilkka quietly said, making 32A flinch and put her fists up before she noticed who it was.
"Oh, it's you. Look over there. Is that a person? And if it's a person, is it looking at us?" 32A said and pointed to the direction of the truck.
"I think it might be. Let's flank it. You go left and I'll go right, then we'll approach from the sides." Ilkka suggested.
32A had no objections and did as told. Both of them kept their eyes on the shadow in the distance while circling wide around it. Both stayed low and moved slowly. Once they had both arrived at a different angle, ready to approach the shadow from the sides, 32A saw that it was indeed a person. She squinted to look into the distance to see if she could see Ilkka's shadow, but it was just too dark out.
"I'll just have to trust that he is there." She thought to herself and started slowly creeping closer to the mysterious figure.
"Don't be predictable. That's what Ilkka told me. Got to approach slowly and only act when the moment is perfect. I can't give this guy any chance to escape." She thought while approaching the figure from the side.
Her footsteps in the fresh snow were louder than she would have liked, so she slowed down. By listening closely, she heard other footsteps coming from the front, and she hoped that they were Ilkka's. Ignoring the painful pulses and staying quiet while moving was challenging to her. She had already learned to be quiet when feeling a pulse, and her tolerance for that came handy now. She crept closer and closer until she could clearly see the figure of a person. By listening closely, she could hear the sound of liquid dripping on snow. By getting even closer she saw what position the figure's hands were in. She immediately moved her eyes up to look at the figure's face. It was just one of the truck people. 32A slowly turned around, not wanting to see or hear any more of this, but Ilkka didn't pay as much attention. Ilkka tackled the innocent person who was just relieving his natural needs, and who screamed while falling to the snow with Ilkka who pulled his knife out from under his belt.
"Ilkka, stop! He's not a threat!" 32A shouted when she heard all of that and saw what was happening.
"Help me! Get out here! They're here!" The scared and confused victim of this inconvenience shouted, hoping to get the attention of the other people inside the cargo space.
"We're not attacking you! We thought that you were one of the shooters." 32A assured.
Ilkka distanced himself from the man and stood up.
"I knew that you people were the shooters. You caught me alone and tried to take me out too!"
"If I wanted to do that, I would have killed you." Ilkka calmly argued back.
"You only let me go because I shouted for help."
"We're keeping guard here in case the shooters show up again. I saw your figure from the distance and wanted to see who you are. Didn't you agree that nobody leaves the truck tonight?" 32A argued.
"Oh, is that what you're doing? You're fully in the tent people's camp now, aren't you, girl?"
"I'm in nobody's camp. We're trying to help with this threat that threatens us all. And to do that, I'll work with anyone." 32A said back.
The doors of the cargo space flew open and the other people jumped down from the cargo space ready to fight.
"What's happening here? Who are these guys?" Kullervo from the truck shouted before he saw 32A standing there.
"A misunderstanding." 32A answered.
Two people from the truck held Ilkka by his arms and his knife was taken from him.
"Who's this guy? Why is our comrade covered in snow and piss? Why does the bearded bastard have a knife?" Kullervo asked, not recognizing Ilkka.
"I don't want to explain the same thing a million times. We're keeping guard, and your friend here looked suspicious." 32A explained.
"Do you believe this witch?" The attacked man asked Kullervo.
"I don't. The tent people want to take us out." Kullervo answered.
"I saved your lives back there. You were dead until I brought you back. Does nobody here trust me?" 32A asked.
"Then you found a group that can provide for you more and now you do as they tell you to do." Kullervo accused and then two more people grabbed 32A and held her still.
"Maybe we should take these two out and then get out." One of them said.
"We should take her loot too. Load it in the truck and let's just drive away." Another one suggested.
A loud bang was heard and a bullet hit the door of the cargo space. Everybody turned their heads to see where the sound came from and everybody feared the worst. 32A was the first to see that it was Saku running towards them all with his revolver pointed forward.
"Let go of them! The second shot won't be a warning shot!" Saku shouted at them all before even seeing that they were all unarmed.
"So I was completely correct. You are with the shooter." Kullervo said to 32A who didn't even bother to argue back anymore.
"I repeat. Let them go. I have five shots and a good aim." Saku warned calmly.
32A and Ilkka were both released. Ilkka snatched his knife back and nobody dared to fight him for it.
"I'm not with the killers. You can believe me or not. Do what you want now, but our deal is off. You're not getting a crumb from me." 32A said to Kullervo bitterly.
"I suggest you people drive the fuck away from here now. We won't share territory with you." Saku said.
"You worthless traitor. Fine. We'll go." Kullervo bitterly said back and walked to the cockpit of the truck with his hands up.
"Get in. If we hear a truck driving here, we'll be ready, so don't even try anything." Saku said.
"Are you sure that this is all necessary?" 32A asked Saku, suddenly feeling a little bad.
"Yes, it is necessary! We won't stay here a moment longer!" Kullervo shouted back, even though nobody asked him.
He climbed onto the driver's seat and the other people climbed into the cargo space. The doors closed and the truck started. The headlight illuminated everything in front of it and it started moving.
"This was just a misunderstanding. I didn't want them to actually go away. We could have explained this to them. I promised to feed them." 32A said to Saku while watching the truck drive deeper into the darkness with bright lights in the front.
"They seemed pretty convinced there. Some of us suspected that the killer is among those people. If it's true, then that's our problem solved. I don't think the killer was among them. So I'll keep watch out here for the rest of the night." Saku replied.
"I should too. I owe it to you, if for no other reason." 32A said.
"I guarantee that the killers weren't those people." Ilkka said.
"The guy who attacked us at the bike storage had a gray jacket. None of these people did. So these people couldn't have been the killers." 32A said.
"Doesn't matter. They were only going to be trouble to us." Saku was convinced.
"I wonder if the last doubters will now trust me now that those people have left." 32A said.
"You'd think. But admitting to being wrong is something that some people are just not capable of doing." Ilkka replied.
"Now you won't have to share the food that you'll buy with your stuff." Saku said.
"I'll share it with your people then." 32A said back.
"I don't expect you to do that, but I'm sure we would appreciate it. We don't have as much to sell to them as we did the previous times."
"If I share with all of you, then you'd think even the rest would accept me. But if there will always be people in that tent who are suspicious of me, I'll have to sooner or later leave too." 32A said.
"If I can pitch in, I don't think you should think about leaving." Ilkka said to 32A.
"Why not? Once I've scoured the rest of these houses, I'll just be another mouth to feed. At some point we have to find a more sustainable way to feed these people. You think I have a solution?" 32A asked Ilkka.
"That's not the reason why. You should stay because I think Urho sees you as his hero." Ilkka answered.
"What? What do you mean by that?"
"Well, he only speaks to you at this moment. I don't know how long that will go on for. But I imagine that dying is quite the experience. And coming back to life must be quite the experience too. So no wonder he's so shook. You were the first person he saw after he came back to life, and then we all mentioned that it was in fact you who did it. And he saw you fight and fend off an attacker to protect him. Of course he'll look up to you. During the time that I've been here, nothing like either of those events has happened."
"Don't tell me he's somehow attached to me now."
"Back at the tent he tried to volunteer for this job. I think he wants you to be proud of him."
"He needs to stop getting ideas like that before he does something stupid. I need to tell him that I'm already proud of him for how he helped me back there at that storage. If this is what it's like to be somebody's hero, then I don't want it. I still miss my own hero. I'm not ready to be anyone else's hero."
"I don't think that choice is yours to make. All you can choose is wether you want to live up to his idea of you or not."
"Have the three brothers ever had a parent that they could see as a hero? Do they see you as their hero at all?"
"When they arrived here, they didn't have a father, so I don't know what happened to him. Their mother was already in bad shape from things that she refuses to talk about and the kids basically carried her here. I just look after them but haven't done anything for them. I fear that when my son died, they could no longer see me as someone to look up to. Though I hope that that's not the case. You might be first person that Urho has ever seen do anything, well... Heroic."
"And so now if I run away like I always do, he'd be disappointed."
"He'd probably lose his faith in humanity altogether. So far all he's seen here is cowards, cripples and people with anger issues."
"And I'd say I'm one of the cowards."
"Not in his eyes. He doesn't know about your past. He only knows about the things that he's seen you do."
"I guess I can't really leave then. If what you're saying is even true."
"Though of course, learning to not have faith in people might be a life lesson that's good to learn early too." Ilkka suggested.
"What do you want me to do here?"
"I don't want you to do anything. You make your choices the best you see fit. Be that as it may, let's not be so bunched up. We should spread out." Ilkka said, and then took some distance.
Saku did the same, and 32A was left alone.
"If he really sees me as his hero, then I'm not going anywhere. He'd just become bitter. But Ilkka might just be exaggerating or seeing something that isn't there." 32A wondered to herself.
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For the rest of the night, the volunteer guards circled the area around the tent and the later the night got, the more sloppy their work got. By the time the Sun was rising, 32A was basically walking with her eyes closed, mostly relying on her hearing. She heard nothing but crows and her own footsteps during the entire night. When the Sun was beginning to rise, the volunteer guards reunited by the entrance of the tent.
"I don't think anyone will come here now. It's already getting bright." Saku said to the others.
"And if anyone tries, the rest of us are already getting up. I think our work is done." 32A added, hoping desperately that it's true.
"I'll stay here outside until the first person comes out of the tent." Ilkka said.
"Shout if something happens. I need sleep." 32A said.
"Where would you even sleep?" Ilkka asked.
"I'll figure it out. Don't worry about me." 32A said and without wasting time, went into the tent.
In the tent the first thing she did was walk to the water barrels like she was walking on a minefield, carefully stepping over the people in their sleeping bags. At the water barrels she tried to drink water only to discover that it had frozen now that the bonfire wasn't on during the night. She then turned around to look for an open spot on the ground. All over the ground were the residents of the tents inside their sleeping bags.
"Not much room here. And those empty ones probably belong to the other ones who are still outside." She thought to herself.
"Guess I have no other place. If people complain then let them." She thought and then sat down, leaning on one of the barrels.
She crossed her arms and kept her head down while trying to get some sleep in that position. She lost track of time, and at no point fully fell asleep. She heard people occasionally getting up and even walking to the barrels, but she didn't have the strength to raise her head.
After sitting there and occasionally almost falling asleep but never quite, she felt her sleeve being tugged.
"Ngh, what is it?" She managed to say.
"The traders are coming here. You should probably go get your stuff and show it to them." Tarmo said to her.
"What? Already?"
"Did you expect them to come later? Get up before you lose your only chance until the next time." Tarmo said and 32A did as told.
She rushed out of the tent where the truck's old spot was now empty. Not so far from the tent were two vans where the people of the tent had bunched up together. The backdoors of the vans were open but from the tent 32A couldn't see what was inside. She ran to her pile of stuff and started stacking the smaller objects on the bigger objects and then pushing them towards the vans across the snow. After a couple or trips from her pile to the vans, she got it all pushed near the vans and then got closer to the vans to see what they had. The first van had large sacks inside. 32A waited for a moment where nobody else was in the van. While she was waiting, she heard Tarmo call her name so she turned around.
"The truck that you came in. It's not here anymore. What happened to it?" Tarmo asked.
"They thought that me, Ilkka and Saku were with the shooters. Saku got the upper hand on them and told them to leave, so they did." 32A answered.
"Oh. When I went there this morning, I could still see the tracks. If we get lucky, the shooters may think that their man left with that truck, as long as the tracks stay there and more snow doesn't fall on them."
"You hope that they go after some innocent people?"
"Better them than us."
"And when they don't find their man after killing everyone in that truck, they'll come back here. We need to get rid of these killers."
"Easier said than done."
"We'll come up with something. But we'll think about it later because now there's nobody else in the van." 32A said and went into the van where she spotted the sacks but before she could climb in, she was stopped by one of the traders.
"What?" She asked.
The trader gestured with his hands that he wants something given. 32A then deciced to switch the language.
"You want to see what I have to give?" She asked in Swedish.
"Ah. You're one of those who speak our language. That's rare. But yes. What do you have to give?" The trader replied.
"My stuff is over there. You want to have a look?" 32A said and pointed at her pile of stuff.
"That's why we're here. Let's have a look." The trader said.
The two then walked to the pile of stuff and the trader looked at what was there.
"This furniture is something I can find in any furniture store. But these newpapers always interest me. They're pieces of history from a dead nation, and an endangered language. This bunch has never bothered to bring these to me, but I always pay well for them. I'm willing to pay an entire sack of oats just for this. What else is here?" The trader said enthusiastically and kept looking.
He took closer looks of smaller objects and mumbled what he might be willing to give for them.
"Alright. Here's all I want from you. Let's get to the vans to see what we're willing to give to you for them. The left van has necessities and the right van has luxuries." The trader said and then led the way to the vans.
"As I promised, this sack of oats is yours if you want." The trader said and picked up a sack that was the size of a medium sized dog.
"I'll gladly take it. What else?" 32A replied.
"You prefer rice or potatoes or pasta?"
"Potatoes!" 32A replied without hesitation, as that was the only one of the three that she had eaten.
"You'll get two buckets. Fair?"
"I guess it is. I don't really know the value of anything."
"This will at least last you long enough until the next time we come here. What you offered would be worth more than this but I'll give you the option of looking what's in the second van too." The trader said.
"Very fair of you. I respect fairness." 32A said with friendly intention, even though her tone didn't exactly sound friendly.
They went to the second van and 32A looked inside. The sides of the vans had shelves with bottles of alcoholic beverages, bags of snacks and sweets, packs of coffee and cartons of cigarettes. The shelves weren't full, as the other tent people had bought some of these things before her.
"So this is where all the poison is?" 32A asked.
"You might say so. But we're all addicted to some kind of poison. Which one is yours?" The trader said back.
"None of these." 32A replied but kept looking at the contents anyway.
She saw something that specifically caught her eye. A type of chocolate that Ella always shared with her and Toivo every Christmas. That being the only time of year that she could taste something sweet. Seeing the box made her miss home again, despite the sticker that said: "-30%" which made the box look a little uglier.
"I'll take that box of chocolates." She said.
"So that's your poison. Anything else? I'd recomment these cigarettes. I guarantee you'll come back for more." The trader said.
"Of course you'd want to get me hooked on it. But no thanks." 32A said back and then looked some more.
The wall that was typically between a van's cargo space and the driver's space had been removed from this van, and 32A saw a bottle on the dashboard of the van. She looked closer and saw that there was a rolled up piece of paper inside the bottle.
"Where did you get that bottle?" 32A asked seriously and sounded like it really mattered to her.
"What? That one? I found it in the sea when were coming here with out boats. I haven't opened it yet. Might be a piece of history."
"I want it."
"What? Why?"
"Because it might be mine. I need to know. I'll give you anything for it."
"Oh, so is sending bottle mail common here?"
"Very common. You'll find plenty more of those." 32A lied, hoping to trick the trader into selling it for cheap.
"Oh, so it isn't a piece of history but just an everyday thing. Okay then. You can have it. I don't even want anything for it. I'll find plenty more as you said."
"So I can just have it?" 32A asked just to make sure.
"Sure." The trader said and took the bottle from the dashboard and tossed it to 32A who caught it.
"Thank you." 32A simply said back.
"Thank you for the stuff. I appreciate your newspapers very much. So if you find some more, bring them to me. I'll give even more than this if the papers are in good shape." The trader said back.
"I'll keep that in mind." 32A answered happily.
She then took the two buckets of potatoes, the sack of oats and the box of chocolate along with her bottle and left the rest of the loot that the trader didn't want on the ground as she carried her purchases into the tent. The sack was on her shoulder, the two buckets were in her hands and the other purchases were in the buckets with the potatoes. Inside the tent there were several sacks and several buckets all collected in one spot. 32A put her stuff on the ground on a spot where nobody's sleeping bag was. The big bonfire had been lit again after being out all night. 32A noticed that not all of the people of the tent were here anymore.
"Aren't you going to take your food to the pile?" Tarmo asked.
"Is that the rule here?"
"That's how we operate. Nobody has to share, but we all do. You can keep your food to yourself, but you'll have to cook it yourself too. The poisons you can keep to yourself. We all agree on that." Tarmo explained.
"Well, I said that I'd share. And if I didn't, it wouldn't make me look good."
"You get it. I'll help carry the sack. The way you carried that all looked very troublesome."
"It was. Thank you. And where are some of the people who were here earlier? I didn't see them all outside either." 32A asked.
"Sometimes when the traders arrive, some of us go with them and get out of here. Looks like this time some old friends decided to leave us and go with the traders since they smuggle people too." Tarmo answered.
"Well, good for them. I hope they find happiness there." 32A said and picked up the two buckets but left the bottle and the box on the ground.
The two carried the foodstuffs to the pile that last night was empty. Tarmo dumped the sack into the pile like a dead body into the sea, and 32A carefully placed the buckets on the ground. She then went back to where she left the other stuff that she just got. At this time they were the only things she owned in this world. She looked at the bottle and the paper inside and it gave her a difficult feeling.
"I should really open this and see if it really is my message." She thought.
"But no. I don't want to know for sure. I know that Ilona never got my message. She couldn't have. The traders found this in the sea. My message never even got close to the shore. And even if it landed on the shore, Ilona couldn't have seen it. The house was deep in the forest." She thought and let that thought sink in for a moment.
"My last words to her, and she never even saw them. The last words she heard from me were me crying and screaming about not letting the evil man take her. She never even found out if I got out of there. My letter that I wrote with hope and love was for nothing." She thought and once again let it sink in for a moment
"She never even knew that I found Toivo. She lived and died, not knowing what happened to me. She probably thought that I either died in that camp, or was sold to somebody just like she was. She probably thought that I kept feeling these damn pulses all this time, either suffering with them as a slave, or dying with them, never having found the source of them." 32A thought and her eyes got a little wet now.
"She probably thought that I forgot about her. She never knew that I tried to look for her. She never knew that I eventually found her prison, but too late. She never knew that I found her too, but too late. She never knew that I was still with her in my dreams every night for ten years, as a family like we always should have been. She never knew about the family I had, that she should have been a part of! She never knew how fucking much I missed her! She never knew that she was my hero!" 32A thought to herself and tears were now falling from her eyes to the surface of the bottle that she held in her hands.
"I wanted to forget her to feel better about it. I wanted to move on and start a new life. I can't! I can't!" She thought and dropped the bottle on the ground to cover her face with her hands.
There she stayed thinking about her hero and crying into her hands and not even caring if others saw her like that. After a while she picked up the bottle again and looked at it.
"I have to forget. I can't live with this as a reminder." She thought and looked at the bonfire in the center of the tent and the rocks around it.
She walked to the bonfire that was lit during the daytime hours today. She held the bottle like she was about throw it hard against the rocks on the edges and let the fire burn everything inside. She got ready to throw and almost did it a couple of times before stopping herself. She kept holding her hand ready to throw for a full minute without actually doing it.
"I can't. I can't do it! I can't destroy the only memory that I still have of Ilona. Like Saku and Ilkka said about their losses, it would be an insult to just forget. I can't do it." She thought and lowered the bottle.
She walked back to her spot and sat down. She put her forehead against the bottle with her eyes still a little wet.
"Are you all right?" Urho's voice said from behind her.
"Give her a moment alone." Ilkka's voice added, and 32A heard their footsteps going away from her.
She spent some time there just sitting with her eyes closed, imagining nicer things that were never reality. She couldn't fully live it as she still heard the voices of the people around her.
"This isn't reality. This isn't my life. I have to live in the real world now." She whispered to herself.
She opened her eyes and looked up. The tent was mostly empty of people. In their usual corner was Urho sitting with his mother quietly. 32A stood up and picked up the unopened box of chocolates. She walked to Urho and her mother and sat down besides them. She tossed the box on the ground.
"You can have this. But share it with your brothers." She said to Urho, who didn't seem interested.
"Were you crying?" Urho asked 32A who still had a dried tear on her bony cheek.
She thought what to say for a moment.
"I was. I don't think there's anything wrong with crying." She replied, not wanting to be a liar.
"You don't think so?" Urho asked.
"Of course not. You shouldn't keep all your worries inside you. When was the last time you cried?"
"When Usko died."
"That was Ilkka's son, wasn't it?"
"Yeah."
"And I heard he was a good friend of you and your brothers."
"He was our best friend."
"So you know how it feels like. But why aren't your brothers with you here now? Did they run away again?" 32A asked a little worriedly after noticing.
"They're just outside the tent."
"Oh, good. So they aren't scared to be out there after everything that happened. Are you?"
"Not really."
"So why aren't you out there with them? They'd probably want you to be with them."
"It... It doesn't feel right."
"Doesn't feel right? Do you still not want to talk with anybody other than me?"
"Not really."
"Oh, come on now. What if I came with you? Would that make it easier?" 32A asked.
"It would." Urho admitted.
"Do I have mother's permission?" She asked the mother.
"You do, but I need to talk with you a little before that." The mother replied.
"Alright." 32A replied.
"Urho, go outside. We need to talk alone a little." The mother told Urho who quietly and compliantly did as told.
"Can I ask what's your name? At this point that would be good to know." 32A asked.
"My name is Suvi. And you were just Three for some reason?" Suvi replied.
"Yes. Some reason. But what did you want to talk about?" 32A asked.
"What is your thing?"
"My thing?"
"Ilkka told me that you saved Urho's life after he got shot. And I saw your hand heal itself. How?"
"I wish I knew. In the New Tower they studied me the first ten years of my life because of it while making me live in a cell."
"There's something special about you."
"You could say that. I hope I can help these people with my thing. And speaking of that, what happened to your legs? You're not old but your legs don't work and your hearing is bad."
"I was born without bones in my legs. The leather bags that were my legs were removed and replaced with prosthetic ones, but I don't even have those anymore."
"Oh. That's a shame. What about your hearing?"
"I could tell you the story. But first I need to ask a question."
"Ask away."
"What do you think about Saku?"
"He seems like a decent person, even if I can't fully trust him because of his fondness for the New Tower. He's been a good help and even saved me from a tough situation last night."
"You probably already know how much he hates the rebels that overthrew the New Tower."
"He did tell me that. I myself won my freedom because of those rebels, so I don't share his hatred for them."
"In that case I can tell you. My hearing was damaged in a fight during the rebellion. I was one of the rebels."
"Oh. Saku probably doesn't know that."
"No. And he won't know. Want to know more about the battle?"
"If you want to tell me."
"It was when me and some others raided a truck that was carrying people that were about to be thrown out to the Deadland. I myself had been thrown to the Deadland just before the rebellion broke out. I was thrown out when the authorities saw my prosthetic legs and deemed me weak. I had done a good job hiding them, but when I gave birth to my three angels, I couldn't really hide my legs. They threw me out but I stayed just outside the wall where my husband still kept in touch with me by throwing me letters that were wrapped around wooden sticks. He told me that our newborn triplets had been taken by the authorities because they were born out of somebody weak. I was hoping that they'd be thrown out so I could just pick them up, but then my husband told me in a letter that they were being thrown out of a different gate than the one that I camped outside of. But once the rebellion broke out, the gate was opened by the rebels. I reunited with my husband who had joined the rebels, and I joined the rebels too. He knew the route of the truck that was carrying our sons, so we and some others took a car and chased the truck down. Once we caught it... Well, not everything went right. They had more firepower with them than we expected. We got the truck to stop, but they had soldiers hiding in there. Some of us were shot down right away, including my husband. I took cover behind the car that we arrived in, so they used the big guns and blew up our car. I barely got far away from it to not be too badly harmed or killed. I think that's where my hearing went bad." Suvi explained.
"Well that certainly asked my question. But now I want to know how the rest of the story goes." 32A replied.
"Since you want to know. They thought that they got rid of me. I kept following them on foot and caught up with them eventually. At night I busted their truck open and let everybody out and also found my angels there underfed and abused. I took them with me back to rebel territory where they grew up for the first seven years of their lives. I worked as one of the Deadland couriers who go out to the Deadland to send deliveries to people who had voluntarily moved out there. I was making a delivery with a van only to find that my angels had snuck inside the van with me and I only caught them when I was far away from home. Of course it was that trip where my van was attacked. I wasn't risking my angels to protect the haul. We left the van and just ran away. We survived out there in the Deadland only because of our luck and the kindness of the people who we came across. None would let us stay until we found this place. Along the way my prosthetic legs had broke, and by the time we got here, my boys were dragging me even when I told them to leave me and go without me. So there. Nobody else but you here knows why my hearing went bad. Don't tell my sons this story."
"That was amazing what you did for them! I'm sorry that they never knew their father. Neither did I. But if the boys knew this story, you'd be their hero!" 32A said.
"That's why I don't want them to know the story. I don't want them to look up to someone who's in this shape. So please don't tell them."
"Well. If that's what you wish." 32A said uncertainly.
"Heh. Somebody so special as you stumbled to someone as unlucky as me. Now, go out there with my angels. Urho is probably waiting for you." Suvi said to 32A.
"You're a hero." 32A said to Suvi and then stood up to walk out of the tent.
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