Waking up the next morning, Daneel smiled on remembering all the dreams he had had till now.
After getting out of the bed, he walked to a basin nearby and doused his face with water before looking at himself in the mirror.
As he did so, he couldn't help but be reminded of the time when he had hesitated to raise the tax on his people, as he had felt that it wasn't fair for them.
Now, he was burning food stores happily, and even dreaming about it.
Of course, there was a fundamental difference.
Back then, those had been his people who placed trust in him to govern them while keeping their best interests in heart.
Here, on the other hand, were assassins who would potentially become a disaster for Lanthanor if they were conquered by Axelor.
Still, Daneel realized that he had grown a lot in these past few months.
He was less naïve, and more ruthless when it was demanded.
After all, after everything he went through, it would be more surprising if there hadn't been growth.
