(Recorded before Saska vanished for a time amid the Pilanese)
Blue: My lady, you appear sad. Why is that?
Saska: I’m sorry, Blue, I know of your work, but I really don’t think it’s anyone’s business. Besides, I have somewhere to be.
Blue: Just a few moments. You know I don’t have to write it down; it won’t take long.
Saska: Taranis has wondered how you’re able to remember everything so well.
Blue: I’m not being interviewed, am I?
Saska: Hmm. Someone should. But I don’t have the time.
Blue: I’m thinking it’s a man. Making you sad.
Saska: Loss makes us sad, friend, whether of a loved one, a way of life … hope, faith, health … many reasons.
Blue: It’s a man.
Saska: Not that I’ll tell you.
Blue: And now you run from him. Do you hope he won’t find you … or do you hope he’ll act with sufficient commitment to discover your hiding place?
Saska: Neither. Both. Argh, he drives me insane!
Blue: Who, my lady? Perhaps I could put him to the question.
Saska: Oh, good luck with that. He won’t talk.
Blue: I’m thinking now it can only be the one they are calling Enchanter who does this to you. I’m also thinking you should expect as much. An enchanter? That is a lonely calling. He will find it hard to commit to a personal relationship. Not so?
Saska: What do you know about it?
Blue: And there you confirm my suspicion. They call him Torrullin, I hear, and his name means Lifegiver and Destroyer simultaneously. My lady, how do you hope to reach through to someone like that?
Saska: By loving him, damn it! Not that it matters! He has chosen another! She is … argh!
(Saska dematerialises at this point, her pain and anger causing her to flee. Blue is left wondering how she can create an opportunity to speak with Torrullin.)