"You can tell me how you got here..." Klein began in a monotone voice. "But that's not the question. The question is how you knew I was here."
Jasper did not move a muscle. The high-altitude wind made his hair float around his emaciated face. Even under his blindfold, he gave the impression that his gaze pierced every layer of Klein's protection.
"Is that really what interests you?" Jasper asked.
His voice was flat, devoid of any surprise. Klein simply shrugged, displaying his usual mocking smile.
"You could say that," he replied.
Jasper let out a breath that almost sounded like a weary sigh.
"Always the same..." he murmured.
He took a few steps on the rocky promontory, his leather boots making no sound on the rough stone. He stopped at a respectable distance, where the pale light from the rift outlined the contours of his athletic silhouette.
"So, can you tell me why you are here," Klein asked, his curiosity getting the better of his caution.
