Won't you? Does anyone know what becomes of whatever the dragons resurrect? If they return to being shades once again, withering away bit by bit; will your memory fade first or will you fade like fabric washed too many times? Will Terra notice if you disappear, some weight lifting off her shoulders with each day? [Smiling, she leans forward, closing her eyes to better remember-- ah, there it is.] Very petite revenant, and of course, gentlemen prefer blondes and she has hair like gold, like the morning sun, I know hair like that, I know just how soft it is between the fingers, like silk.

[After all, Leonie is as guilty as any she knows for slipping into her future enough to know and plan accordingly to make sure she ends up at just the right destination. Valentina has waves but her hair is the same, fine-spun. One day she should tell him fairy tales, but the ones with the unhappy endings, where there are no heroes and hungry beasts licking their lips.]

You can struggle all your life and fail, and there are others who are not like me and who will feel sympathy. They will expend their energy on you, trying to drag you with them or carry you. Is that fair to them? That they care and yet by the very virtue of you being you that you will exhaust them and envy how they can move through life so easily?