Last Days in the Desert Page #3

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I'm not going down there!

You will not disobey me.

You will regret it.

He knows I'm scared to death of heights.

What kind of father asks me to do this?

Please. Please, let him go.

Let him go. I can go down.

I'll do it. I'll do it.

I will go down myself.

Do you think it can be done?

Just you and the boy to hold the ropes?

Yes.

Boy!

Cut yourself from the rope.

You too, holy man.

I'll only drag you over if I slip again.

No!

What is it?

What is it? What is it?

I don't want my mother

to see him like this.

He looks so much smaller now, doesn't he?

You are a good son.

Your son loves you.

Your son loves you.

Your son loves you.

He is your son and he loves you.

Am I expected to just walk away now?

As if I'd never met these people?

As if they mean nothing to me?

Mother!

Mother!

Go.

Please, go.

If I leave here without a blessing,

I won't make it one night out there.

A boy needs his father's permission

to become a man.

It's perverse, isn't it?

Love God above all things.

Love life.

Show me his destiny.

- Yeshua...

- Show me now!

You could have pulled the father up

and seven heavier men if you'd wanted to.

That's nonsense.

No. She's mine!

No.

Who the hell do you think you are?

This is it for me.

You didn't think I was going

to walk you all the way, did you?

Why here?

My feet hurt.

I'll come to you in the end.

And if you give me a sign

I'll help you down...

and you can stay.

Give my regards to the old man.

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