"Ahhhh.... Me'hon. This world. This cruel, sinful world. Why does che' wake? Why does che' persist? Ahhh Le'mer, you could not know of tragedy as complete as che's, true lovers stripped apart, two worlds that could not meet. And now meled'lover, dead so long in time. Dead, so far away. Buried, moina? Ai."

"Amongst its hateful kin that did deny our union, that did reject che's... outside-ness. She doesn't suppose?... Nahlo, Nahlo. Could che' ask? Could che' burden? Le'mer, woulds't you, coulds't you deliver gift to her grave? The gift is, maybe small?"

"But the trek is long. She rests amongst her kind near our Queen's lush refuge. Would such a thing be done? Che' asks perhaps impossible things? Mad things? For Le'mer to take up such quest would be a kindness che' has near forgotten."