[ Adaptable, indeed. Julieta accepts a ridiculous introduction without any protest. It's almost impressive, if not another drop of disquiet in the overall portrait of what made her this way.

Well -- it might help that she's currently a semi-translucent spirit. ]

How agreeable.

[ Observed mildly, the shadow fleeting in his eyes. ]

But you might as well be. We haven't any choice. Her servants, taken some months before the first batches of our motley lot, claim that Qri is essential to the vitality and integrity of all worlds. We're to be dropped onto different planets to accumulate objects whose magic she can absorb, to sustain and revive herself.

Once she's well, she'll send us back. So they say.