I do, do I not? [She smiles, a little bitterly. She had been made to seem whole, but also to be disposable.] I am whole enough. The parts that make up that whole are unusual shapes, that is all.

A guardian--I am something like that, myself, or I was. [She had been meant to preserve the souls of Terra by destroying the souls of Gaia. A cruel, thankless burden.] Singing like a bird--their voices are sweeter than humans', so that is no sorrowful duty. You can understand the speech of birds as well?

To exercise power through music, what a beautiful idea! My own power has no melody to it, but I wish it did. You should sing--not often, but always. It is one of the finer arts, I feel. A song need not only be a song. It can be a spectacle.