Lealy hears footsteps in the corridor. She hides behind her cabin door. Her patient is gone. There is no one in the cabins and the corridor and the killings go on hastily on the ship deck. The Saviour soldiers had not allowed the healers to retreat to their cabins. But the footsteps somehow seem familiar to her. She looks from the gap in the cabin door. Mart and two soldiers walk down towards her cabin. Lealy rushes towards the trunk by the cabin wall. The trunk door is stock. She kneels before it and bangs her hand on the metal door of the trunk until it finally flaps open. Mart and the soldiers enter the cabin. The soldiers point their guns at her but Mart tells them to lower their guns. Lealy searches the bottom of the trunk with her fingers and she finally finds what she is looking for, a small, black, glass bottle. She slowly turns to Mart as she is sitting on her knees, hiding the bottle behind her back.

“Well! Look who’s here! I heard you got out of the fire alive! What are you doing here?” Mart says mockingly. Lealy doesn’t answer. The soldiers point their guns at her again.

“I want this one alive! This is the best healer-maid of the Saviour Ship!” Mart says to the soldiers pointing at Lealy.

“You must have learnt a lot in here!” Mart addresses Lealy. She still doesn’t reply. She is waiting for the right moment to take out the bottle. Mart stands above her and looks down at her short hair and the large burn mark on her face. He speaks in a humiliating tone.

“You look terrible! Is that why Tirad abandoned you?” Mart sneers. Lealy murmurs curses at him and gives him an angry look. Mart plays with his chin beard pretending to be brooding. He pauses and looks at her with disdain and starts interrogating her.

“Was it you who helped Tirad run away? Huh? Have you hidden him somewhere? I know you are more than capable to hide that little snake even if it should be in your sleeves!” he says and swears at her. Lealy spits in his face. Mart wipes off the spit with the back of his hand and punches her in the face on her burn mark. He wants her to speak up, whatever it takes.

“Who knows? Maybe you started the fire yourself! No one survived those flames… How did you? Surnat and Soushia never got out!” he continues with the same mocking tone. Lealy looks into his eyes and answers.

“You have been telling yourself this lie so many times that you have actually believed it! You know well Tirad and I are innocent! All you do is shed more blood to keep your lie going!” Lealy says with rage. Mart laughs out loud and says well done to her in a belittling tone. Lealy knows he is only trying to humiliate her more. Mart steps away from her. She tries to take off the cork from the bottle, but it is difficult to do that behind her back.