“It’s not him,” the Monk says in a determined voice.

“Because he never hides knowledge?”

“Because he’s busy seeking knowledge,” the Monk says.

“Oh, yes, busy was the word. Always.” Mee-Hae nods. “I remember how much scared he was of not having enough time for all he wanted to do, for all he wanted to … achieve.” After several more moments of gazing at nothing in particular into the forest, she suddenly faces the Monk. “I want answers, Yuan,” she says.”