Dreaming of Light. Jayne Bauling

or in accidents, something inside them gets broken too. You can always tell. Taiba is different. Maybe it’s because whatever is inside him is different. It must be, the way he is still thinking about helping Aires, and still believing in Spike Maphosa.

      “You’re insane,” I say because it’s easier to believe that than to wonder about what keeps him the way I was before my first few weeks underground. “Do what you like. Hide Aires, anything. Just don’t tell me about it. Don’t tell me where he is. If I don’t know, then I can’t tell the men anything if they come asking questions.”

      That’s the most I’ll do for this lunatic, and I’m probably being a fool, as crazy as he is.