[Renoir directs his gaze back towards his conversation partner; this curious and inquisitive young man who is beginning to ask too many questions. He says nothing and stares, judging how much is appropriate to share. The more he speaks of the expeditions, the more they learn about the world, and the greater the chance they will ask one question.

Why do you always seem to be there?

So he continues staring, pressuring, intimidating with the pressure his presence brings. Perhaps he doesn't want to share (he doesn't). Perhaps he has lost good friends (he didn't). Perhaps he just wants to enjoy the warmth of the fire (he does).]

Once or twice. [Three. Four. Five.] But you are approaching this from the wrong perspective. Do you understand what the first expedition was for?

[It wasn't about stopping the Gommage. It was about finding loved ones. Only he had found his far too late.]