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I said quietly, “Neither of us should be here.”
“Veryan should be.” Yaron muttered. “He deserves every hardship that befalls him.”
I started to admonish him, but then stopped myself. I had just spoken out in frustration a moment ago, so I carefully considered what to say before I began. Then I said softly, “Perhaps, but I wouldn’t know. I don’t know anything about him, so I’m not going to judge him. Not yet.”
“Are you going to judge me?” Yaron asked sardonically, his face still hidden from my view.
I hesitated. “No, Yaron. I’m not going to judge anyone, least of all you. To form an opinion of people without knowing all the facts would be to elevate myself above everyone else, and I won’t do that. I don’t know everything that has happened, therefore I could not be an accurate and fair judge.”
Yaron turned to look at me, his eyes watching me with incredulity. I looked back at him for a moment and then lowered my eyes, uncomfortable under his gaze. “So how then can you say that we don’t deserve to be here, since you said yourself you don’t know everything? Could there not be a reason that we are locked in this god-forsaken prison?”
I shrugged, feeling like I was under attack. “I suppose there could be a reason, but…I don’t know what it is.”
Yaron snorted. “Of course you don’t. No one knows the reasons for things that happen to us until they are in the past and sometimes not even then. I suppose…everything is linked; everything is either the cause or effect of something else…but it’s only once we are wise enough to take a step back that we can see the whole grand tapestry.”
I smiled. “Yes, I suppose so.”
Yaron let out a long sigh. “It’s going to be a long time before I’ll be able to see all of it. Right now…I can’t even see the purpose for today.”
“You’ll be able to, with time,” I reassured him. “It takes a lifetime for many to find the purpose for their life. And as for today’s purpose…it may have some small significance that will be impossible to see for a long time. Who knows?”
Yaron looked at me again, brown eyes thoughtful. For a long time, he was silent, just looking at me, and me at him. Finally, he asked, “What about you? Why do you think you’ve been captured and locked up in here?”
I moved my eyes to study the floor, not wanting to hear about what awaited me in the coming months. “I don’t know, Yaron…”
“Well, it must be something important and impressive, if you’ve got to go through all that first,” he commented, and, despite myself, I laughed. “I dearly hope so,” I said.
We were silent for a long time then, each mulling over our own thoughts. Finally, after what seemed like hours, Yaron spoke again: “I know there’s a point to what happened to me…my parents getting killed and my imprisonment and all, but…for the life of me, I can’t imagine what good could come out it…” He looked over at me as if seeking my advice.
I said softly, “Like I said…it will probably be many years before we will be able to see the tapestry that will be woven from the tangled threads of our lives. Just be confident that something good will come from the bad.”
Yaron was about to respond when we both heard light footsteps from the stairs.
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