Annan was completely different from the first time he had met the Faceless Poet when he felt lost about the future.
Now, Annan was confident and composed.
He clearly saw the destiny of both the past and the future.
They intersected right beneath his feet—as the proverb goes, destiny is the rut of Heaven's chariot.
—He alone did not have the option to retreat.
Annan had to make a decision. In response, the world would change for him.
Seeing the bright light in Annan's eyes now, the Faceless Poet was overjoyed.
"How wonderful! So—good, partner!"
Her voice rose slightly again, even causing Salvatore's ears to rumble and his brain to tremble: "I will always be watching you!"
"…I had a question last time."
Annan suddenly spoke up, "Why do you address me as 'partner'? Perhaps I have forgotten a very important memory… Were we really good friends before?"
"We are not friends. But we are fellow travelers."
