Chapter Thirty One: You were the last dream of my soul

"Will they have started?" Philippe widened his lips in a tight smile, looking at the horizon of the hill: the Districts seemed so close and yet so far away.

"I wouldn't rule out this one in particular..."

"So, yesterday before we stopped for the journey, did you already know we had arrived at our destination?" asked Lodhurr listlessly, lying on his stomach on the horse and with his cheek resting on the open palm of his hand. Philippe raised and lowered his shoulders.

"Your greatest flaw, Lodhurr, has always been that of poor orientation..." she turned her head toward him, resting her chin on his shoulder. "Or am I mistaken?" he smiled.

"Hearing you say that, Philippe, takes me back in time..." he retorted sarcastically. "And anyway..." he straightened his back and brought his long arms up, stretching. "Isn't it better to intervene now, before the matter of East and West turns into a bloodbath?"