[ He shrugs by way of reply, and starts walking again. ] I don't really know. No one's ever told me anything but my name.

[ He steps onto a fallen tree trunk and keeps walking along it, balancing with cat-like ease, with his staff over his shoulder. He looks back at Ginko thoughtfully; he can't say he's not disappointed, because this means no one believes in him still, but he's still glad to be able to talk to someone, and his curiosity is piqued. ]

I've never heard of anybody who could see without believing. How'd you do that?