What were you? Before? {I do not remember. Now I am only pieces of many things. Incomplete.} Its pain rang out in my chest, a mournful, empty cry. I am, too. Fragments. Fragments of a Valtain, born of a country that no longer existed, bound to an Order that only partially accepted me. {I know. Perhaps we will make each other whole, Tisaanah, Daughter of No Worlds.} Perhaps. The lie took everything I had. {What a beautiful broken butterfly you are.}
