“Remember that night of the thunderstorm while we were stuck on that cliff. We were all pretty shaken up and all, but you had this strange expression that I never could make much of. I remember it very clearly though. The expression you bear right now.”

“You know why though.”

“Possibly. She was right there besides you, and you both seemed melted, into a sculpture, even though you both were elsewhere within, but the serenity and calmness was what made both of you apart from the rest of us. That look of knowing, and the realization that an important event is taking place and we are fortunate to experience it, howsoever threatening. Fearlessness, of the most dangerous kinds.”

“Heard this story? There was once this blue coated wolf, he was beautiful. He lived and died a thousand times, coming back to life repeatedly. All his lives he met, loved and was loved back by many, who he never could truly care for strangely. But nothing gave him sanctity or any respite from his need to seek. He started growing afraid and ennui-ed of this cycle failing to understand what he searched and the need and purpose of his calling. He started fearing death more and more dreading the inevitable recurrence of an existence whose meaning he could not understand. Then one life he met an emerald rose growing out of a diamond, and he felt a belonging so he stuck around it. Many years later the blue wolf was hunted and killed, the diamond stolen and the emerald flower plucked and thrown in a book as a symbol of decayed beauty. Anyways, the wolf for reasons he could not fathom, did not feel fear at his end. And well, he didn’t come back to life.”

“Hmm, not as a wolf maybe.”