"Well hello, Dastan, we meet again!" Carmello's greeting was like a sharp knife, piercing the deep-rooted memories in Dastan's mind.
Those memories were like stars hanging in the sky—distant, luminescent, and occasionally hidden. They were a source of sealed pain, yet also an awakening elixir, reminding Dastan not to forget the past and spurring him ever onward.
"It has been a long time, Carmello. I truly didn't expect that we would meet again after all these years." Dastan's rabbit-like face betrayed no emotion.
"All these years, we have been searching for you every single day."
"We're just a group of people abandoned by the Empire, hardly worth your concern."
Baharo didn't quite understand what the two were talking about. His mind was simple, and his reactions were even slower now that he was locked in a cage. All he could do was listen attentively, hoping to make some sense of the situation.
