He does try not to watch him go. But nevertheless, he finds himself following his progress across the grass to the back door.

It is, he tells himself, only good sense. One should know where the enemy is, and it is not often a man has the gift of having a foe in plain sight.

He does not know what to make of this conversation. He does know what to do about any of this. And is beginning to think that there simply is no answer. He is back, they will leave each other alone, it is done.

He would just prefer to believe that with a little more strength than he feels at the moment.