Bab 77: 2.77 His story

What is he talking about; Lycaon thought. Which happiness? And why would he even care about Lycaon's happiness. Who is this old man.

"Listen old man." Lycaon said. "I am not at all happy right now." He added. Standing up, he displayed himself by pointing his hands from his head to toe. "This is not me."

"I know. You are weak now." The old man said.

"Indeed." Lycaon said, he then sat. "I was never like this before."

"I know." The old man said again.

"What do yoy even know?" Lycaon raised his voice a little. He was getting irritated by his old man. "Don't pretend as if you know me." He said.

"I do." The old man said.

Knitting his brows, Lycaon sat in front of the old man. "What do you know."

"I know you." The old man said.

"Since when?" Lycoan question. The way this old man was behaving was as if he knew Lycaon for a long time. Where as, he only knew him for some days.

"Since you were born." The old man said.