But do you not wish,
to see your 'soul'?

Faran's face was peaceful. It didn't seem like he had regretted anything. Good for him, Bardem thought.

He turned away and then asked for a car. He had been bandaged a couple of minutes ago. They said that he wouldn't be able to use his hand for a week. Well, learning to drive with a single hand could be useful, and there wasn't a better time for it.

The good thing about his men was that they didn't ask too many questions. Bardem was grateful for it. Where were you going? Well, if they cared enough to ask that, they also knew that they would be stepping out of line. It was only useful for him to know where he was going.

A few minutes later, Bardem parked his car a little distance away from the ruins of Faran's mansion. He had received the news that it had been bombed. He hoped that there would still be survivors for him to find.

Bardem got outside and witnessed a sight that he never would have imagined. Mostly because he thought that it had only ever happened to him.

The wind gently patted a child's blood soaked head as he repeatedly called out, "Mommy!"

Most probably Faran's nephew. "Hey!" he called to the child as he moved closer, but then suddenly stopped in his tracks when he saw the surrounding sight in its full entirety.

There was a woman holding the nephew's hand, who had been buried underneath the rubble with another child. Bardem looked at that kid's eyes, and he made a wish so sincere that it could not possibly have been produced by his sinful heart. Please, let him life.

He picked up Faran's nephew and then patted him on his back. Wiping the blood on him as well. Trying to calm him in the best possible way he could recall.

"We have been blessed..." he paused in between, making it up as he went along, "blessed with life...blessed with friends, blessed with our mothers and our fathers... so say thank you..."

The wind moved over and through that sight. Making an effort along with Bardem to please that child, and then finally succeeding.

Bardem looked at his sleeping face and a flower of unconditional amd unexplainable love grew in his heart, and it made him wonder, was this how it felt to be a father?