Talk:Girtablilu/@comment-26517142-20160414070724/@comment-27069434-20160417104039

We both lay on sand, out of breath. An abandoned settlement with the only well in these parts can be seen in the distance. "Hey, how about a truce once we get to that town there?", I croak at her, my lips stiff from dehidration. The girl only barely moves her segmented limbs, stirring sands in vain. It's high noon, the scorch is unbearable, but staying here is suicide. Weary, I walk over to the mamono. She's delirious. Nights've been dry, we never saw dew she could drink and she never stopped to rest, either. She won't make it if she doesn't drink something fast. My canteen ran dry yesterday, so there's only one thing I can do - cut my arm and let the blood trickle into Girtablilu's mouth, let her drink until I'm about to faint, then stop the bleeding and drag the girl towards the ruined town. Once there, I let her drink to her heart's content, make her a cold compress and finally pass out. She's sitting by my side  when I regain my senses. "Why help me?", she asks, her tone bleak. "Couldn't let the first girl to chase me ever to die, now, could I?". "Fool," her eyes smile at me as she crawls over me, "You've deserved your demise,", her stinger digs deep into my chest, "...and earned my gretitude.", she whispers, pressing her bare bosoms against my now towering arrogance.