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Jonathon was enjoying his romp with

the lovely Flora. Somewhere in his mind he was thinking of how life was going

to - or was it - how it had been? It was hard to distinguish between what was a

dream and what was real. His calculus test tomorrow was certainly in the category

of too real for his tastes. If he could just magically make it go away.Magic. In the back of his mind was

the idea that magic was real. He chuckled to himself. He had obviously been

hitting the sweet leaf a little too much as of late. It was time to straighten

up and fly right. With a new girl friend and a new will to do well, life was

looking up.Later, she fell asleep in his arms,

draped partially over his chest. Her nipples were hard little knots pressed

against his skin and her curves wound their way around his body like a custom

made suit. He pulled her in tight and drifted off into happy sleep.When he woke in the morning, his

eyes were blurry and his head was out of sorts. The weight was still pressed

down against his chest and side. Good! She hadn't left! He tried to shift his

body a little, and found he was constricted by his covers. He tried to tug them

away and discovered them wrapped beneath him. He stopped struggling and tried

to think how this had happened. After all, she was still there; how had he

managed to get rolled up in his sheets and not dislodge her at the same time?He put a hand down and stroked her

hair. She purred under his gentle touch. He smiled. Then he frowned. Her

purring was real. He felt around a little more. Her hair was soft...and short.

That's when he noticed the ears standing atop her skull, not alongside it. A

careful examination found she had whiskers as well! He was definitely going to

have to stop smoking weed! He was having a daylight hallucination! He moved his hands a little lower,

not certain what his brain was going to tell him was there. He found clothing.

Flora had been nude, he was certain of that. Under the clothes were small bumps

that had to be breasts. They positively didn't belong to Flora.  Neither did the voice belonging to the owner

of those nubs."You seem to be getting a little

fresh considering we haven't been formally introduced."He stopped, frozen in horror and

recognition. He wasn't a college student, not for a long, long time. He had had

that dream before in the past, a release of his inner longing for a normal

life. Flora was here, or had been here, or...well if hardly mattered. She had

dumped his ass and taken up with a hare named Caz. He was on another world from

his own, perhaps millions of miles across the galaxy. Magic was real, he was

real, and whoever this was laying next to him was real. He sighed."Call me Jon-Tom. And you are?"She slid out from the folds of his

cloak and perched on top of his chest. She was stunningly beautiful. "My name

is Lanana Ubaste. I'm glad to meet you Jon-Tom. If I might be so bold, who was

that human female?"He squinted at her, trying to

figure out what human female she was referring to. He was fairly far distant

from Hobarrow, so she couldn't mean Sybeele, and just as likely not Eve. Since

no one else was around, it narrowed his possibilities to none. "What human

female?"She yawned, showing a set of sharp

white teeth. She then lay across his chest and belly, her face right into his.

Her eyes were turquoise. "The one I saw in your dream. I snuggled up against

you last night because I was cold. I didn't expect to be caught up in your

dreaming cycle. It was very strong. The girl was very lovely, for a human. Does

she have a name?"His heart dropped. He could already

see another emotional attachment coming on. "Lanana, that's none of your

business. I am on a quest, and what I do in my mind is of no consequence to

anyone but me."She didn't budge. "I wish you had

said that like you meant it. I sense that you are lying, at least to yourself.

I find that for a person with such a good and strong aura, you are embarking on

a quest that you yourself do not believe in. Why would you do this?"Despite her beauty and grace,

Jon-Tom dumped her off and stood up. His anger as vividly apparent."Look! I'm going to do something

that I feel needs to be done. If you don't like it, regardless of how you

figured it out..." His eyes narrowed. "You were sent by Eve, weren't you?"She sat on the ground like nothing

had happened. "I do not know of any Eve except what I have seen inside you. No

one sends me anywhere. I go where I please and do as I please. My only rule is

that I harm no one in the process. As you see I carry no weapon other than

those I was born with, and I eat only that food which would be consumed

regardless of its place in the chain of life. I have read your very being last

night. This was not a conscious decision on my part. Once I was asleep, I

remained locked into to your soul the entire time. I was not so interested in

your dreams as I was of your deeper consciousness. You are an amazing creature,

Jon-Tom. So why do you wish to throw it all away?"His anger dissipated. "I don't. But

this is too much for me to handle anymore. I'm beyond my capacity."She held out her delicate hand. He

grasped to pull her up and was surprised when she yanked him down next to her.

She pulled out a bottle filled with some unknown liquid. "This bottle contains

Corespian Tea. It's filled to its capacity. If I open it and drink some of it,

then it's no longer filled to the top.  I

can get some more and top it off. But you are not a bottle.  A bottle is rigid. A mind should not be. It

is only a stiff and unyielding mind that cannot gain anymore memories,

knowledge, or emotion. Now if I grab my water skin, then I can put more into

it, both because it's larger and because it's elastic."                She

held the water bottle out for him to drink from, which he did. It was his turn

to counter her. "I am neither a bottle nor a water skin. I'm just a poor stupid

human who got into more than he ever bargained for. And I'm tired. I have been

for a while now. I just want to call it quits and start over with my real

life."She took a pull on the skin. "That

has got to be the most stupid thing I've ever heard. I've been in your mind,

and I saw a lot of living in there. What would your fresh start get you that

you haven't done tenfold here? Your mind is not a bottle, nor a wine skin. I

think it's more like a cape."He gave her a look. What it was

meant to say was, "Is there anything you don't know about me?"She smiled, showing those lovely

white teeth. "That is quite a present your friend made you. I see you have had

to recreate it several times, but each time you've managed to put it back

together      complete with its contents.

I see too that you have much more good inside it than you do bad. And yet...""And yet what?""Your cape doesn't have a limit,

now does it? You can stuff it with a house-load of goods and it will weigh no

more than it did before you packed it full. In that way, it's much like your

brain. No matter how full it gets there's always room for more. You're problem

isn't with what you've done, it's with what you expect. I can certainly claim

to have no knowledge of what being pulled through space and time does to you,

but you keep dwelling on the bad things, as well the things you haven't yet done.

You need to treasure your now moments before they slip away forever. Few of us

have a chance at a life like you've been given.""Wouldn't you like it?""No, but on the other hand, perhaps

if I took it from you, you might value it more once it's gone. Would you really

relinquish all your memories and all your joy just to have a second chance to

relive your life as you think it should be?"He sat in silence for a while. "Now

that someone's questioned it, I'm not sure. My problem isn't with the good

memories, but with the hate and rage and anger. I'm afraid they're going to

consume me."She stood up and began massaging

his shoulders. "Have you ever cooked a meal?"He turned is head to stare at her.

"Many times little one. What does that have to do with anything?""Have you ever peeled the

vegetables and skinned the fish, and then threw them back in the pot with the

good?""No! That would be stupid. It would

make all your work in fixing your dish kind of moot. You might as well throw

everything in whole.""Like your head. You have to take

everything in raw. It's up to you to pare away the bad and toss it aside. But

you, you collect everything and throw it in the pot and expect it to come out

wonderful. Trash is trash. It's meant to be thrown away. But you horde

everything like it has some kind of value. Love and joy, happiness and

companionship are just a few things that are worth throwing into the mix. Bad

is bad. Why keep it? Even if you have the room for it, why? Don't you think

there are better things to remember?"She touched the nape of his neck,

sending chills down his spine. Suddenly he saw Roseroar's face, purring into

his. He felt tears well up in his eyes. Other faces appeared in turn. In the

blink on an eye a triple lifetime of faces went by in quick succession. Some of

them were fairly recent. Every one of them made him smile."How did you do that?"She went back to massaging his

back. "I didn't do a thing except trigger your memories. Maybe you should do it

more often. There is more love there than you have in negative emotions. Your

problem has been in living with the bad like it has been the focus of your

life. You know very well that you have always tried to live a good life. Your

remarkable talents have never been used for evil, much less for solely selfish

reasons. You have great power and you have great wisdom."He corrected her. "I had great

power. That was taken away and I'm better off for it." Her caressing fingers suddenly

turned sharp. Her nails came out and raked his neck."Hey! Watch it!"She smiled. "Why? It's not like you

can't heal them." Even as she spoke, the thin scratches vanished. "I don't know

of anyone who can do that. To most of us that in itself is great power."He stood. "I suppose you're right.

But what is that when compared to that power I used to have?"She sat down and plucked his duar.

"You're really a crybaby, aren't you?" She played with it for a moment before

heading full tilt into a melody that was both foreign and lovely. She was

swaying with the tune, enraptured in her own song. She looked for everything

like a hippy at Woodstock. He looked around, expecting some magic to spring

forth from her playing. The world remained as it had been.She patted the ground beside her

when she was done. "Sit! Your mission to reset time can wait. After all, that

is the advantage you have over everyone else. You're in the position to rewrite

the lives of everyone on this planet. Maybe that's a good thing, and maybe it's

not. Since when you do this thing will not change the outcome of actually doing

it, why don't you talk it over with someone who isn't biased?"He plopped down with a bemused look

on his face. "How do you figure that you're not biased. You've apparently been

running around my head. That automatically makes you biased."She plucked the strings of his

duar. "Informed, not biased. I'm not trying to judge you. You see, if you do

what you have set out to do; only this portion of my life will change. I will

never have met you. Everything else will remain intact. Therefore, this portion

of it will never even be a memory for me. I will never know that I missed it.He nodded. "And the same will

happen for me. It will be as if nothing ever happened. I won't even miss it."

He sounded morose."Correct. It will be a lot like

dying. You see, only the living worry about dying. Once dead, your worries are

over. So you must decide carefully before you do this, or else once it's done,

there will be no going back. It is ironic though, if you think about it, that

only by your presence here will your presence no longer need to be here." "Huh?"She smiled. "Think about it. You

want to go and kill off the entire population of a species. It doesn't matter

that I happen to hate them as much as everyone else. An entire species! You are

backwards from your own time by some four hundred years. You have great power

gained through your learning of magic. If you do kill off the Plated Folk, you

will never have come over to learn the magic to do what you intend do. I

believe that's called paradox." He was sitting there with his

stupid face on. In one fell swoop she nullified his plan! If he did what he

intended to do, the end result might end up being catastrophic. His movement

through time-space had apparently already caused some problems. Performing a

feat of magic on this scale might disrupt the universe itself. But then again,

why should he care? He had been growing more and more tired, and he was wearing

out. Why not let the universe suffer as he had been suffering? He went to say

something, but a soft velvety paw covered his mouth."Don't speak. Don't say a word.

There's time. I'm not going to tell you what to do. You have more than enough

brainpower for that, even if you are kind of stupid at times. You go where you

will, and I'll tag along. It seems to be to be a good chance for me to learn

few things. I don't like having my mind getting soft! I prefer it to be in as

good of shape as my body."He was listened, but at the same

time he was drawing in her scent. Her paw smelled like jasmine and oranges. His

normal human nose, or rather its limited ability, had been replaced with a more

sensitive one a long time ago. Usually he ignored it, for he found the myriad

of odors on this world overpowering. But out here, there was only him and her.

He inhaled and held his breath. Maybe it was just her tea, but she reminded him

of tropical beaches and exotic fruits.Then he shook his head clear. "What

if I don't want you coming with me? It's going be dangerous. There's a chance

you could get hurt or killed."She shrugged. "So what? If you

succeed, and assuming there isn't an apocalyptic backlash, then it's like

nothing that has happened since I met you ever happened. By that same token, I

intend to get as much out of this, just in case that outcome never happens. I

don't like having regrets, and if I've learned one thing, I have always regretted

the things I didn't do over those that I did do." So saying this, she stood,

did a little twirl, and in and one fluid motion dropped her dress. He finally got a good look at her.

He had known her species; or rather he thought it did. Now he was sure. What

might have been mistaken for makeup on her face were the lines created by her

dark fur overlaying the lighter, creamier tones. The lines changed down her

back to oblong spots and rosettes. Her chest and belly were cream colored,

right down to her pink... He tried not to stare. He also fought down his natural

reaction. He wasn't going to get tangled with yet another female. She smiled,

and tickled his nose with her tail. "I've never considered playing with

a human before. Generally they're rather dirty and uncouth. You are a gentleman

and a scholar."He choked back a snort. "What makes

you think I'm interested? And for that matter, what makes you think that I

couldn't just have my way with you?  I am

much bigger than you." "You're a male. That automatically

makes you interested. If you were gay, then maybe not so much, but I've been in

your head. You have had many experiences. You've had many lovers. As for taking

me, you cannot take what is freely given."He tried to stand up but found she

was standing on his cloak. "Look Lanana, I'm already married. I can't..." He

thought of Alma, and Huntchy, and the twins, and...gave up. "Look Lanana, I think

you're very pretty, and whether or not I'm male is hardly an excuse.""I agree. You see farther into a

person than most, even if you're kind enough not to mention it to others. You

do some very noble things. Now allow me to offer you some assistance. You are

no better and no worse than most everyone else. Your problem is that you see

this world as your antagonist, not your friend. I can show you how to overcome

your...how did you call them; oh yes, your inner demons. I have them to, if you'd

like to see."She placed her head against his and

purred. It was like having a very large (OK, a very, very large) tabby sitting

on your chest staring you in the eyes. In an instant he saw pain and heartache,

fear, anger, and just a touch of hatred. Then it was washed away in a flood of

happiness, joy, humor and peace."You see human, you control what is

inside you. No one else has that ability. Putting up walls and corrals may

contain your emotions, but it doesn't give you dominion over them. It's like

putting them in prison. They only grow more dark and dangerous. You must let

them out, reform them, reshape them; make them better!""You make it sound so easy!"She unclasped his cape and began

unbuttoning his shirt. "Easy? Easy is the way you heal. Easy is the way you

take for granted all of the gifts you've been given. Easy is the way you play

your duar and make magic. I think you've grown soft. You've grown out of shape.

A fat marmoset can't get out of his own way and must rely on others to do his

daily living for him. Quit feeling sorry for yourself and take control again.

There is nothing wrong that isn't caused by you!"He was ready to tell her where to

go. He stopped because she was correct. He was tired. He was tired because he

was still thinking like a human. He was still human, but a human who had been

so my other animals it was hard to remember them all. He had slept with even

more. He had pried an entity from the very heart of this world and set her

free. He had traveled back in time, back to his own world, and lived lives that

historians would kill for. Instead of savoring his experiences, he had spiced

them with salt and vinegar until they were no longer palatable.   He pushed her off. He stood,

finished removing his cloak and shirt before stripping off his pants. She let

out a low whistle. "That was part of your memories I had difficulty in

believing. I see they are true. So is, I hope, that part about adjusting your

size?" For an answer, his cock reduced in

size to something she could handle, if only barely. She smiled again. "You

would make any female a good mate. It's too bad I'm not interested in settling

down.""I told you, I'm already married""Yes you did. How many times over?""Shut up Lanana!""Fine, I will. But where there is

no talk there must be action. Unlike you, I have a limited time on this planet

and I have no intention of wasting any of it on idle nothingness. You are a

mixture of tangled emotions and conflicts. I would like to help you sort them

out, but for me to do that, we must become one."She was on her knees in front of

him. Her loving hands cradled his balls while her tongue ran up and down his shaft.

Her mere contact sent chills through him. His brain tried to analyze what was

happened and was unceremoniously shut down. She stopped long enough to explain.

"I have a few abilities myself human. Lesson number one, sex is a physical

feeling. It doesn't need to be examined. It needs to be felt. Let go of your

worries and your morals. Even when you think you have, there is still a

stranglehold on them by your mind. Let your emotions loose. Air them out. Give

them a fresh start."He again tried to figure out what

she was doing. Again his mind was forcibly shut down. He relaxed and allowed

his hands to rest on the side of her head. "That's better!" she purred out in

between licks."Oh, that's a whole lot better!" he

sighed.She concentrated on the head of his

cock, lubing it up with plenty of saliva. She might have been preparing to taste

her favorite dish. With practiced ease, she slipped her mouth over the end and

worked it with her tongue, all the while making certain her sharp fangs didn't

get in the way. She allowed him to guide her head back and forth. As long as he

was gentle, she didn't mind. As long as he didn't get too rough, she could

handle him.With his brain shut down, most of

the way at least, Jon-Tom relaxed and allowed the pure pleasure of her touch to

consume him. He suddenly found himself in a dream, and the person in front of

him kept changing. Sometimes it was Roseroar, at other times Talea, or Sybeele,

or Eve or... He tried o fight the flow of faces and concentrate on the one here

and now, but the flood of them as unrelenting. Another flood began to build up

behind the dam of his emotions. When that dam broke, he was nearly swept away

by the force of it. His body responded by blowing a load that started so deep

it took a full minute to make it to the surface. By then he had a grip on her

head that was unbreakable. She mentally said a prayer and hung on for the ride.

She wasn't expecting the flood when it reached her. It poured out like a tidal

wave, nearly choking her with its fury.He left go just in time for her to

come up sputtering. When she had her airway cleared, she cocked her head and

looked up at him. "Do you always blow like a horse?"He dropped to his knees in front of

her. "Yes, I'm afraid I do. It's the aftereffect of having been a unicorn

once."She spit her mouth out. "Once? I

think I saw more than once in your history. I think you owe the generous benefactor

of these gifts a special thanks."He gave her a hug. "Oh I did. I

nearly lost my life bringing him back into this world. I think that was thanks

enough."She pulled back from his hug and

stared him in the yes. "You see. You've been willing to go out of your way for

folks. You didn't have too, but you have. That should make you feel good

inside."He was wobbly even on his knees.

"Yes, I guess so. But it always seems like everyone else gets ahead, and

I...well, I'm still here."She looked around. "Here isn't so

bad. I grew up here and I'll die here. You can't spend your time wishing to be

something else. You either have to be who you are or you have to be who you

want to be. Wishing is fine when you're a child, but you have left those clothes

behind so long ago it makes my head hurt to think about it. Once you put your

big boy clothes on, you made a commitment to act like an adult. That means

taking the bad with the good. That means knowing that for every act of good,

there will be some bad that results from it. You can't save a damsel in

distress without first terminating the source of her discomfiture. You cannot

do good things only. It's impossible. Someone will always be on the receiving

end. You must simply reduce the collateral damage."His eye brows went up. "You speak

awfully sure of yourself. Might I ask why I should listen to you?" She pressed her head against his.

"Look inside. I have nothing to hide. I am who I am. I walked through your

memories, now maybe you should walk through mine. Just be careful where you

step. I have pitfalls that might make even you quiver in fear."He stepped into her mind and was at

once struck by the chaos. Clashes of color, sharp edges and dark shadows were

everywhere. Here and there were bright patches; sunlit meadows and flowering

fields. He saw faces that meant nothing to him, yet they danced around him like

children around a maypole. Some were pleasant, some were not. One particularly

nasty looking face bothered him, so he went to push it away. His hand sank in

and he was overwhelmed with a feeling of disgust. The things this guy did to

her! He recoiled and fell into another face. This was her best friend. The joy

they had as child nearly neutralized the evil of the other. He continued

stumbling along until he felt his head lose contact with hers. There were tears

down both of their faces. She spoke first."You're very, very sweet to think

that you can save me from all of this. But haven't you been told before that

you're a sum total of your parts? You take away anything that makes me me, and

you take away a part of my being. Some of it is bad, but if I dwell on it I

only make it worse. So I look on the brighter side of life. You on the other

hand have tried to organize and categorize so much of your life that it has

become rigid and fixed.""I do that so that I don't lose a

single memory.""A noble effort. Yet, what has it

gotten you? Walls? Boxes filled with love? Crates filled with hate and fear.

Let them go! Crack them open and allow them to be free. If they are yours to

keep, you won't lose them. You need not keep every one of them on a shelf like

pretty little trinkets. They are to be embraced and relished, and when the time

is right, let go of. You have plenty of room for more, even if you don't make

space. But think of it; if you let go of them, how much more will you be able

to enjoy your present life? Besides, you're willing to erase them all to an

unknown end. Give it a try."   He thought of Roseroar. She was his

first. He never wanted to lose any of his memories of her. She deserved better

than that. But it occurred to him an old Earth saying. If you love something

set it free. If it comes back to you it's yours forever. If it doesn't, it was

never yours at all. He suddenly felt like an old miser, hoarding up his past

and failing to see the future, or the present.He opened up his mind and began

flipping through the memories like an old fashioned nickelodeon. As the images

raced past, he loosened his hold on them and the images spun out wildly in all

directions. He felt her mind with him, giving him comfort without interfering

or commenting. The space they stood in was soon carpeted with memories, though

here and there were blasts of heat from his anger and fear. Tongues of flame

licked out, but none of the memories caught fire. They stayed intact, though

now piled in a chaotic mess on the floor. More heat and more memories. It went

on for an eternity. By the time it was done, his anger was gone. But so were

his memories."What do I do now? There's nothing

left for me.""You have everything left. Go wade

through them now." He did, and as he did, they vanished from sight. At the same

time, he grew larger and larger until he was a giant in the landscape of his

mind. Each tread touched more memories until not a single one remained. Then

she touched his foot and vanished as well. He heard a quiet voice in his head.

"That'll do human, that'll do."<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />    He came to back in the real world.

Lanana was sitting by his side, holding his hand. "You see, you've aired it out

and gotten rid of the excess. All the negative energy has dissipated, leaving

you room to reorganize your memories and your thoughts. They may not be neat

and tidy anymore, but you will find them more interesting because of it. He shook his head, trying to clear

it. It was a mess of color and patterns and... He stopped. He focused on his

present wife. Memories unfolded like butterfly wings. There she was, back in old

Germany, a tender delicate flower. Then he thought of his tigress love.

Roseroar's face appeared, and with it the soothing sound of her voice. He

searched for Talea, half fearing the ever present image of her nearly

decapitated body lying on a cot outside of Zaryt's teeth. He was greeted by a

smiling redhead, standing there with her hands on her hips, giving him a look

that said some many things. He began to cry.Lanana let him go. He was powerful,

he was well versed in magic, but he was born mortal and even if he ended up

living forever, he would always think like a mortal. Crying was a part of life.

It wasn't always bad. Sometimes, it was just what a person needed.She pushed him down and stretched

out over him. She wasn't trying to seduce him. She figured that he would either

respond in time, or they would fall back asleep. She could wait. Her contact

with him was giving her ringside seat to his newly evolving emotions. She

relaxed and eased into his mind. She was able to walk through things like she

was a ghost. She had just been here, but it was much more personable now. True,

it was a little disheveled, but she didn't think that was so bad.She pushed her way right to where

he was. He was sitting on a rock, looking out over the new landscape of his

mind. She crawled up and sat beside him. "What do you think of the view?" he

asked."It's quite the extensive

landscape. It beats what I saw earlier. I rather like the lovely colors of the

sunset."He corrected her. "Sunrise I think.

It feels like the dawning of a new day. Thank you."She purred into his face. "You're

welcome. I'm glad I could help. I've never met anyone just like you before." She

had maneuvered herself so that she was sitting on his lap. It was only a dream,

but it was what it was. She knew that what she did here would be mirrored in

the outside world. And even here, he was a bit outsized for her. "Listen Jon-Tom,

I like a challenge, but do you think you can make an accommodation for me?""In this shared dream or in real

life? I think that whatever happens here, you can control. If we're doing this

out in the real world, then why don't we wait? I rather enjoy the peace and

quiet. It's the first time I've had it in quite a while. It's not that I have

anything against your offer. It's just that I would like to savor this moment.

Later on, I promise you I'll be open to anything you suggest. I feel I owe you,

for that matter this whole world owes you a favor."She purred. "There is nothing the

world has that I want that I don't already have. You, on the other paw, have

much. Enjoy your peace and tranquility. There will time as we wander towards

your destination.""Destination?""Yes. You were intent on heading to

the lands of the Plated Folk. If you don't go, you'll never know if killing them,

or not killing them, was the correct decision. You were determined to kill off

an entire race, just to achieve your own goals. I'm not saying I don't think

they should die, but it's not my decision, nor do I think it is anybody's sole

responsibility. Therefore I am going to accompany you to their lands. I want to

meet some. If they simply try to kill us, then I guess my opinion is well

founded. But I believe there is good to be found in everyone, even the

misguided.""But I don't feel the need to kill

them now.""It doesn't matter. There is no

guarantee that you won't try it again in the future. I think it behooves you to

get to know your enemy before you think about destroying them."He was mildly irritated. "I do know

them. I have been in their lands. Overall, they are of one mind set. Kill the

Warmlanders. I lost one that I love to them, and only through extraordinary

magic did I get her back.""Yes, I saw. But those were the

Plated Folk of your time. This is centuries in the past. Will you claim that they

are all the same in this time?""If they are, would I not be doing

a greater favor in destroying them, for their good as well as everyone who will

die in pointless wars in the future?""Maybe. It sounds good to the ear.

But you know better. You can't put your own morality on a whole world. But you

can take in the morals of the whole world. You can see their point of view,

even if you don't agree with it. Understanding is the key.He sighed. Here in his mind, it had

the strength to stir up little dust devils that scurried away towards the

horizon of his mind. "You seem to have put me back on my track to destroy the

reason I came here. Is that what you want?""It doesn't matter what I want.

What matters is that you do what you feel is right. I feel that directing you

to fulfill your destiny is the correct path. I think your path diverged from

where it was supposed to be heading. You were carrying too much baggage. Now

that your load has lightened, I think you should carry on. If you still do this

thing after all of this, then I believe it was meant to be."He sighed again. "Life never has

easy answers."She smiled and gave him a hug.

"Which is why it remains so interesting. Nothing will kill you quicker than

boredom."