Another breath, full eye contact, she is his singular object of attention.
"You must choose," she lets him know as she starts gathering the blue silk scarves that mask a globe. Giving a slight nod of recognition tinged with futility, he senses the pressure to return to his role as a bodhisattva but argues, "You can see all possibilities and outcomes, all events, all time. Why should I reenter?"
She caresses his cheek, transmitting serenity, telling him "My joy is in your decision, watching the coalescence of a moment of choice. Even in your current form something lingers that can choose. What essence is so precious that clinging to it requires another journey?"
His longing to stay with her prevents him from answering.