"...Don't say I've changed. You just feel that the prosthetic eye in my eye is a scourge! It's a deceiver, a carrier of chaos! But have you ever thought about what would happen if I lost my eye? I'd become a sightless cripple, lonely in the tent on the battlefield, trembling and shivering in pain and betrayal, a dying man!
"Without the prosthetic eye, I would have inexplicably died at the borders of Nali long ago, my breath cut off while helplessly repeating your name with a sob; without the prosthetic eye, now I'd be begging you with open eyes for a bit of love, miserably allowing other women to spare me with their high hands! Then you'd be satisfied, then you'd be happy, right? Because then I wouldn't cause you any trouble, no matter how many promises you break, what can I do, right?
