(From Chapter Thirteen.)
Sir Finngall’s face was distant and his posture rigid. When he responded, it was with extreme politeness and a frightening indifference. “I know,” he said quietly. “I know this. But you asked for unsentimental dealings. I feel— I feel it might be best if we don’t discuss our prior interaction. It was—” He rubbed both hands across his face in a gesture she was coming to recognize. His voice took on a slightly pleading tone. “We are partners in this venture. But, as you say, you do not know me. I do not know you. If you wish to part amicably and irrevocably at the end of this journey, then I cannot know you. We cannot…” He turned away from her and leaned his weight against the wall. Enaya sat on one of the dusty chairs and stared at his lean back.
“We cannot,” she continued, “become friends.” He kept his back to her, but nodded. She remained seated while neither spoke.
(And that is all you get.)