You where a close friend of the monk Tripitaka, sitting with him in a field outside of the monastery, staring out into the beige nothingness.

“ Tomorrow I leave for my journey to India- “

He sighed, the nerves creeping up his spine like marching ants.

“ I.. Please, Keep a promise for me. Stay safe while I’m gone. And don’t forget about me. ..-Although, with all the time we spend with each-other. I doubt that’s it’s possible to forget me. “

He chuckled, giving you a warm smile.