[ There is no hope in thinking that perhaps Isaac has gone home. Nothing remained for him there, nothing but death and madness. Alayne has spent the past several months trying to keep Isaac from that as best she could. ]

I want to hold something in my hands, but the gods won't let me. [ Funny, that she should speak of the gods after all this time. Did she still pray to them? Sometimes. Did they ever listen to her?

No. ]

Everyone leaves, or dies. [ Her voice falls off there. (She's guilty of it too.) ] Nothing ever lasts.