“There is a list of all the dealings, buying and selling contracts and the profit margins of each and so forth… The names of people responsible for each part is mentioned which includes all the Circle members, many disciples, the chiefs of Oxan and the ships etc… The only name that is not in the list is you! You can’t do anything with these documents but to lose your life. There is no authority you could take these documents to that are not involved in the corrupted dealing themselves. And they wouldn’t like their hands overturned… They won’t even listen to you! You can’t even find any allies who would care to fight for you on this, and fighting alone is a suicide. Look what happened to Hurmaz!” she says in a warning tone. Tirad looks down. He doesn’t know why she has given him these documents, raising his hopes only to take them away again instantly. Armina stands up and puts her hands on Tirad’s shoulder. She tells him their boat is brought to the central ship, and they better leave there as soon as possible. But Tirad still wants more answers.

“What about the Narratives? Parsana Narratives and the rest?” he asks. Armina says as far as she knows none of the narratives was proved to be truly written by Parsana. They know she had written things down but no one has found the original papers and what the Saviour Disciples believe to be Parsana’s narratives are only another version of Hami’s fake stories.

“What about the Saviour’s prophecy about the human babies and the fish and the suspicious deaths of the pregnant women?” he asks more eagerly to get an answer. Armina says she has never heard of such a thing and everything written in the name of Parsana were all Hami’s doing she pauses and turns to Tirad.

“I know the death numbers of the pregnant women has risen… We had some cases here. It is natural for the sea women to make love in the water and give birth in the sea… But to lose their babies and die of it is very peculiar.” She says she needs to rest now and Tirad should leave. Tirad wants her to explain about the handwritten pages of Parsana giving a strange image of the future, but Armina won’t have it. Tirad gets up and thanks her even though he is not sure what he is thanking her for, perhaps for being a reliable friend and a safe keeper to Hurmaz? For not having turned them in, to Mart and the Saviour Ship? Or for crashing all his previous beliefs that he had spent his whole life trying to keep them intact? He hasn’t accepted Armina’s narrative yet but he has listened. If it were before, he would never even allow her to say such things. Yet she had grasped his attention, perhaps because of her peculiar resemblance to Dalia or the way she treated him like Hurmaz used to do. Armina puts on her green scarf again. She ties it over her head and unties it, repeating this act several times until she is fine with it. The scarf seems to be thicker than just a one-layer cloth. He doesn’t know why he is staring at the scarf like that. Armina opens the door for him, leading him out.