Raste
Were you sleeping?
Aigin
Wish I could.
Raste
Why can't you? Scared of the dark?
[Aigin nods positively]
Raste
At daybreak, head for the cost. There are other villages there.
Aigin
Not for me. I have no village.
Raste
Your mind is clouded with thoughts of revenge. You must remember we are all but parts of the whole. We are children in a greater family. The Tchudes have forgotten this. Don't you forget it.
Aigin
My family is dead. I'm all alone.
Raste
You may feel that way, but you are bound up in the greater family. You are not free, unshakable bonds hold you to us.
Aigin
How do I trust something that can be seen?
Raste
Look up there, what do you see?
Aigin
Only the tent.
Raste
But what is there between you and the wall of the tent?
Aigin
You mean there's something there?
Raste
You see nothing?
Aigin
No.
Raste
[grabs him shutting his mouth]
You still can't see it? But now you can feel that something is there. You can't see it in the air, but your very existence is tied to it. In this way all things are bound together, intertwined. No man can ever tear himself apart from the whole. But it can happen that you lose sight of the whole. When you does, you become a Tchude: men who lost the path. They stumble blindly towards self-destruction. Listen, and remember what I say: This morning I saw the reindeer bull for the third time in my life. The first time I saw it, I was your age. Then once again, in the prime of my years. Today I am old. The reindeer has come for the last time.