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"This is somewhat unusual for him," thought Erefir, but said nothing, instead focusing her gaze on the list.
"Someone did a good deed... I'd like to say 'an unknown person,' but the list consists entirely of our acquaintances or acquaintances of acquaintances, which indirectly suggests the opposite. Or... is it a case of not-a-homodeterminism?" she says this word without a smile, as she is once again convinced that either it brings misfortune to people, or this world is simply unreal. Beznyadegi should have had at least a thousand victims, but here – either relatives of Klin, or precisely those Margelites with whom there was minimal contact, and they make up more than half of the list. Where are those small, unknown individuals who should also have had social connections, and someone should at least remember them in order to include them in the list? Alas, all that remained was to hope for their memory.
- Acquaintances of those who took care of this matter, - Grik shrugged, - I think that until yesterday, you didn't even know that I have a name and even a face, and you probably wouldn't remember if someone asked.