<I wanted to watch you flourish,> he said, <and one day say to you that…that you had done great works, and you should go forth and do many more. But now everything unravels before my very eyes…> She squeezed his hand. <Not everything,> she said. <I mean, Orso—you are aware that you and I are sharing minds using the very technique you invented, yes?> He smiled weakly. <Yes.> <Yes. One dream dies, but another’s born. Let’s make sure it survives.>
