Nowaru

Nuesh tried not to betray his anxiety, although for some reason, right now, he wanted to be with his mother more than anything else in the world, although he barely remembered her.
- And do you chat so intimately with everyone?

— Only with very interesting people. — With a wave of his hand, the war leader's steel pincers grabbed one of Nuesh's fingers; all that remained was to apply a little force. — So, don't you feel like pouring out your soul?