[Fingers drum against the saddle, brushing over leather before tapping one of the saddlebags. There is a relief in how they swerve and dodge the problem his return to the country would cause. Perhaps such consequence is what he deserves.]

I cannot say. Perhaps without meeting here I would not even feel this way.

[The land becomes a blur.]

Hendrik, should we return, will we even remember this discussion?

[Should they return, will they be enemies?]