The director looked at Śliwiński then at his grandfather as if he did not understand whether he could see well. Dominik thought he had to take the initiative.
"Your grandfather invited me. He said you have a very hard time with what happened between us."
Maciek Werner's eyes filled with tears.
"How can you be here? How can you look at me with those divine eyes? How can you ... not spit in my face?"
"I don't know," Dominik admitted. Maciej's grandfather quietly retreated into the corridor, leaving them alone, but despite the fact that Śliwiński crossed the threshold, he did not close the door behind him. "What you did to me was disgusting, you hurt me a lot, but that's no reason to kill yourself. I'm not expecting you to die."
"No reason!" Werner laughed hysterically. There was something ghastly about that laugh and Dominik, feeling an icy chill down his back, took a step back. He had the impression that he was dealing with a madman. "You ripped my heart out! You trampled it!"
