Luneshale Pass Benim.

As the familiar stranger met him in silence, he was quick to lift his head. Now standing tall.

Benim. He greeted. I hear that you have met Leto. Sweet girl, isn't she? A smile was offered, unwilling to reveal the extent of his frustration.

A part of him was glad to see the man again, and yet a voice still hung over him demanding him to turn back, scolding him for coming here at all. Benim was not like the others; he carried a similar hunger. It made him nervous; excited, but nervous all the same.

Arslan could not understand the guilt that hung over him, for he had never experienced such feelings. There was little to feel guilt for in his life.