She did not hear any response from the man so she just asked him again, now in a serious and corteous tone, "Where is this place? May I know your name?"
The man is quiet and seemed to ignore him as he is in his deep thought but answered anyway, "I already told you where you are. Tadeo is my name."
"But people in your continent know me as Bernardo Carpio" the man said without blinking an eye, thouroughly engaged on what the woman is feeling upon what he just revealed.
"Wait. Are you telling me the truth?" Mahalia asked him. She asked this but she is harboring this thought instead, 'Are you kidding me? That man is a myth!'
"I don't lie," the man briefly answered and despite knowing this man for a short while Mahalia had the impulse to believe him.
"So you are a myth? How come you didn't get old? You are in a myth. Do you really exist?" Mahalia keeps repeating. Her mind is still in a haze, troubled with this information. Is she not dreaming?
"I have eternal youth. The myth you know isn't all the truth. Partly yes, but most aren't. But I don't want to talk about it. My apologies."
"You? May I know your name?"