"What do you mean?..." Frode frowned, not even moving an inch or trying to free himself.
"I know you...right?...I've known you before." said Erland with his voice lowered to a point it sounded like a whisper.
Frode's eyes widened and the faint moonlight that fell upon him shone on his light-like eyes. "Oh?...Then tell me. Who am I?"
"Someone from back then...when I didn't have to deal with these things I once fantasized about dealing with."
"Can I hear the name?"
Erland furrowed his eyebrows even more. "Samantha?..."
Hearing the name, Frode almost burst out laughing with a mocking smirk. "Yes...yes! You couldn't be MORE right about that." Frode kept chuckling.
"It was a vague guess...But I'm sure that you knew me...didn't you? If you didn't know me, the moment I pointed it out, you wouldn't act like that."
Frode kept his mocking smirk. "And what if I knew you? What are you gonna do about it and why does it even matter?"
