"I didn't think you'd find anything, you know," Merianethel says, leaning on the balcony and staring up to the perfect blue of the late afternoon sky. "I thought you'd be upset because there just wasn't anything there. But you did." She looks at her son, still staring away stubbornly. "You found the facts when a trained scholar missed them." "I got lucky." "You were persistent. Without that, no amount of luck would have helped. You succeeded. So what's wrong?" Anvar drops his head to his arms, completely hiding his face. "I need to think about it," he says, his voice muffled, and Merianethel has to let it go at that.