The Sentinels les moissonneurs

The boy's question stirs something in Renoir. Perhaps it is only more sadness. Or maybe a touch of hope? But he is once again quiet, trying to resist the urge to brood and contemplate the future as much as possible. What was important was the now. What was to happen next? How were they to survive? But the boy's quiery is important. Mwen do not know, Renoir responds, finding that his tongue cannot fathom further discourse on the matter. It pains him to see the world like this, and he wonders how deeply rooted that pain has become in the family which settled here. A silence spans between them then, and Renoir doesn't know how to break it.