At age 85, just like I promised my best friend, I've become a rather splendid healer. Well, maybe the word splendid is too much, but I'm pretty good. As for Erik, he hasn't even been knighted yet.
He's been taking the knight exams over the past years and he has yet to succeed. I believe in him, but sometimes I feel like even he is giving up on himself.
Sometimes I wonder. Am I Kiva or Vikka? Who am I? Is Erik Vikka's friend or Kiva's friend? Or am I the two persons in one body. Day by day, my affection for Erik grows deeper. My understanding of the love, trust and bond that existed between Erik and Vikka grows stronger.
They grew— No, we grew up together, we have been together all our lives, we've fought, we've cried, we've celebrated and we've laughed together. We know each others secret. The bond between us has been growing, it has been building up for decades.
