“You’re—” she gestured at him, “a liggabit. Boy and boy, girl and girl. I see them in newspapers. Liggabit community.” “Oh—oh, you mean LGBT?” He wiped his eyes and let out a single disbelieving laugh. She shrugged. “Yeah, I’m a liggabit.” “A liggabit soldier,” she said, her head slipping to the side. “Must be rare.” “Sure.” A brightness had pooled at the corner of her eyes as they started tracing something on the ceiling. She was fading again. He didn’t know what to say, so he took her cold hands in his and said the only thing that came to him. “Tu esi mano draugas.”
