301118. Espacio libre.
«—Neither Dorian nor Denise are normal children. They are... special. I am not quite sure about Denise yet because she is very young. But Dorian... well, he is showing... his true colors.
—Is Dorian like you? Special like... "The key" special?
—Dorian is not from this dimension. My Dorian... or the one I gave birth.... he is dead. And the Dorian you know is from another dimension. I was in there many years ago - long story. The dimension was absolutely the opposite to this one. My alternative version was a despotic demon queen. —se humedeció los labios, saboreando el alcohol en ellos—. Dorian doesn't know, by the way. So please, don't tell him.
—Wait. Why is it a problem?
—He killed a man back in San Francisco —no sabía si el alcohol le estaba tirando de la lengua o si sencillamente llevaba demasiado tiempo guardándose eso para ella. Como fuera, sentaba bien sacarlo de dentro—. When he was five years old. I don't know how he did it but he told me. He just looked me in the eye and he said: Mom, I killed Sean because I didn't like him. I don't need a new dad. I just need you.
Se llevó la botella, semi vacía a los labios, y dio un trago como si así fuese a borrar el recuerdo grabado a fuego en su mente.»
—Is Dorian like you? Special like... "The key" special?
—Dorian is not from this dimension. My Dorian... or the one I gave birth.... he is dead. And the Dorian you know is from another dimension. I was in there many years ago - long story. The dimension was absolutely the opposite to this one. My alternative version was a despotic demon queen. —se humedeció los labios, saboreando el alcohol en ellos—. Dorian doesn't know, by the way. So please, don't tell him.
—Wait. Why is it a problem?
—He killed a man back in San Francisco —no sabía si el alcohol le estaba tirando de la lengua o si sencillamente llevaba demasiado tiempo guardándose eso para ella. Como fuera, sentaba bien sacarlo de dentro—. When he was five years old. I don't know how he did it but he told me. He just looked me in the eye and he said: Mom, I killed Sean because I didn't like him. I don't need a new dad. I just need you.
Se llevó la botella, semi vacía a los labios, y dio un trago como si así fuese a borrar el recuerdo grabado a fuego en su mente.»