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Thursday, January 11, 2024

Society of the Snow

Numa Turcatti: Don't lose faith.

Arturo Nogueira: I have more faith than I ever had in my whole life.

Numa Turcatti: What, are you an altar boy now?

Arturo Nogueira: Don't laugh at me. But my faith—sorry, Numa—isn't in your god. Because that god tells me what I'm supposed to do at home. But he doesn't tell me what to do on the mountain. What's happening here is a completely different situation. Numa. This is my heaven. I believe in another god. I believe in the god that Roberto keeps inside his head when he comes to heal each of my wounds. In the god that Nando keeps in his legs and that lets him continue walking no matter what. I believe in Daniel's hands when he cuts the meat. And Fito, when he gives it to us without saying which of our friends it belonged to. That way, we can eat it without... without having to remember their faces. That's the god I believe in.