There was a lost city up ahead. Just after the stream close to where they had camped the previous night. A confrontation ahead.
"Your father is Commander Al Zino," Berry stood in front of Akoni, he was lacing his shoes. He looked upward. "Who told you that?"
"Your dreams. You are not letting him go. Why? Do you blame yourself for his death?" Akoni was silent for a while. He had held the words in his throat and released them, "Because… because it's the only way I can remember him," he raised his head staring at her.
"Are you saying you don't want them to stop? There are memories for that. It's how I remember my brother. I reminisce on the good times we had together."