[ When Amos responds to Communion, the sensation that comes is strange in that… There isn’t much of a feeling at all. It’s distinctly different from the brief connection with Adelfoúla since with her, there was something. Here, it’s a distinct absence. There’s no sense of connection or presence that he’s come to expect from Communion.

But a familiar voice rings out clearly and calmly in that void despite: Aetós. ]

Good. I wasn’t sure whether you would accept.

[ ignore the false pretenses. anyways, ]

I’ll put it simply: you have something that belongs to me. I’d like it back.