Because of the blood and of the wound.
He wondered if Peter had endured.
He hadn’t managed to learn where he was.
But indeed the encounter had to be made.
Otherwise the end wouldn’t have a beginning.
The Master had descended with the sieges.
And these didn’t stop but only at the sea.
On the other side Peter was touching
the same vast blue without knowing.
He as well wanted to find his friend
to tell him everything they had been through.
He was on his mind while walking
for hours so that he would find again
his beloved homeland.
It was as if he held him with his thought.
Then the Master felt his presence.
They had to return to the beginning.
There, beyond resistance.
For the counterattack.