A few hours later, two solitary figures could be seen on the center, their hands grasping the railing overlooking the sprawling, yet empty grasslands of Angaria.
They were both looked out toward the continent, but their eyes were filled with different emotions. Daneel's wore a veil of sadness, while the Emperor's gaze was filled with hope.
Not for the first time, he turned to see what the Godking was feeling. He had detected the emotion long back, itself, but now, he finally spoke.
"What's wrong?"
His tone was soft, and anyone who knew the man could tell that any change in tone indicated that he really meant his words. To Daneel, he almost sounded like a father inquiring about the well-being of his son.
The thought made a smile appear at the corner of his mouth, and he gave the answer after leaning back and clasping his hands behind him.
