"He has, in fact. He has much good to say of thee, but agreed that in matters of the heart thou art as obdurate as stone." Montague had to smile at that. "And my son is the ocean to wear down the rocks, it seems." He shook his head. "In all of this discussion, I have not been told: Dōjima, what are thy plans for the future? What wilt thou be studying in Tokyo? Dost thou know what shape your path will take?"