[He holds his tongue for a moment. Feferi is a dead troll. She does not need to hear the sorts of things he could say about the ancestor she was supposed to one day replace. He can tell already that she already knows what the Batterwitch is like.

He makes himself lean back against the toybox.]

Then I guess I know your ancestor, and now you know the ancestor of the human that looks like me.

[Keeping reeling it in, Strider. (Wrong time for fish puns.) Feferi does not seem like a bad person. You do not need to bring up any of this to her. The Condesce is dead, Earth is gone, it's all over.

Okay. He's good.]

I'll move on from ectobiological blood relations and on to the equally inappropriate topic of death. Although given our circumstances, I don't think the subject is the same sort of off-limits as it would be to others. I was under the impression that the dead continued on in dream bubbles, and I'm pretty sure this isn't one.

[So why is she here?]