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I saw this as his finest quality. To Aneris, it was his greatest defect. But it was obvious that she was averse not so much to poor Triangle as to what the little fellow represented. I had renounced my people just as she had renounced hers. That was all. The only difference was that she was much closer to the Sitauca than I was to humans. What was the use of asking unanswerable questions? I was alive. I should have been dead, but I was alive. They could have torn me limb from limb. By all rights, my cadaver should have been rotting at the bottom of the Atlantic. Instead, I was making boundless love to Aneris, beyond any taboo, beyond any law. And yet, it was impossible to get close to her. Her reticence should not have surprised me, given her life at the lighthouse. Like it or not, Gruner and she were inextricably linked. In fact, I was implicated in his cruelty. On the other hand, she was clearly not being held against her will. Although Aneris did not appear to begrudge Gruner for his violent abuse, she did not appreciate his protectiveness either. It was as if that despicable man who possessed, denigrated and beat her was nothing more than a necessary evil. A door opened within her after making love. I could see it in her face. She gazed at me as if through thick glass, with an intensity which might easily have been mistaken for affection. With all their limitations, these flashes of lust seemed to hint at some form of love. It was only a mirage. Asking for a caress was like pulling teeth. Her eyes glazed over whenever I began to speak with complicity of the two most solitary lovers on the planet. If I embraced her excessively, she withered. But it is no good trying to describe a play without a script. Life at the lighthouse was ruled by the unexpected, and our story meandered along a far more sinuous route.