The one Marisita displayed right then was one of them, and the kind that Daniel displayed was another. Everything in him wanted to call to her, but nothing in him gave in to the impulse. He had risked everything in order that she might live without her darkness, and he would not give that up just because he did not want to die alone. Marisita hesitated. She believed that her desire to find him had invented the feeling of certainty inside her. “Daniel?” The Saint remained hidden. Marisita returned to Bicho Raro to tell her story.
