The ex-shopkeeper let out a long, tired sigh and lowered himself onto one of the chairs, folding his hands together as if bracing himself.
"Go on. Ask whatever you want. I won't stop you. I cannot promise to tell you everything, but I will try and tell you as much as I can."
He said.
I remained standing for a moment longer, watching him. He looked relaxed, but there was a tension beneath it, like someone who already knew the outcome of this conversation and was simply waiting for it to end.
It seemed like this man already knew that I had questions for him. But whether he would be willing to answer me or not was a different question.
"…Why me? Out of everyone you could have chosen-why did you choose me as your successor? Surely there was a better option available."
I finally asked.
He blinked, clearly expecting that question.
"That's what you want to know first?"
He asked mildly.
"Yes."
