When he continues to walk, a specter over the sands, his steps are as though he were drifting, but unlike some other times, he chose to actually walk - a ring around her, not making any movement to break his invisible ring.

There is no indication on his face of acknowledgement or confusion to her words. He remains impassive, even though in his mind he is collecting the information, scanning it over, searching for flaws in the things she is saying or will be saying. Reaping her for information.

In that way, perhaps, they are alike.

What he did know: he did not face her in Paixao.

"Ah, yes. And yet there are always changes, and time puts quite the damper on perspective."