As his eyes suddenly shot open, it was already morning time, being suddenly yanked from the dreams he had, though as he sat up, he already felt within his heart that the decision he had to make was decided.
'A life I can be satisfied with…For somebody as greedily ambitious as myself, as relentlessly curious…I think I know what path that is,' he thought.
Gathering around the campfire amidst the morning fog, with the dew of dawn running slick on the grass, breakfast was made in the form of berries and cooked squirrel, by Bastian who seemed adept at hunting and cooking.
"I'll go with you to Atlan–on a couple of conditions," Emilio announced suddenly.
It had been a silent breakfast until then, though his words certainly got the attention of the other two, older Reincarnators who looked over at him. Excelsior was still in the middle of chewing, while Bastian was tossing more sticks into the campfire.
"Really? What is it, then?" Excelsior asked.