Little Bowl said seriously, "Who exactly am I, where did I come from... and where am I going. I remembered all of these things clearly."
"Then... would you mind telling me about them?" I asked.
"Of course." Little Bowl nodded earnestly.
"Do I need to step aside?" No. 7 asked.
Little Bowl glanced at No. 7, thought for a moment, and then said, "Although no one knew these things until just now, they aren't exactly secrets that need to be hidden on purpose."
"However, since it's your personal affair, I'll just go ahead and retreat first." No. 7 pointed to a road sign far outside the gas station, "I'll stand over there and wait until you finish talking, I won't eavesdrop on your conversation. Just call me when you're done."
Little Bowl was not shy and politely said, "Thank you, Lady No. 7."
