After a few precious moments, the sound faded away. The xenos had closed its eyes. When it opened them again, a trail of tears ran down its sunken cheeks. ‘Astonishing,’ it said sincerely. ‘You do not feel it, as we do. But I must believe that even you can be moved too, to some degree.’ ‘What is the point of this?’ ‘To show you what you once were. Something. You lived then. You created. Now you merely exist.’
