“Cos, do you sense what I sense?”
“I do, but you are not you.”
“Indeed, I have transformed into a blade of grass at the feet of Bunim.”
“How marvelous your abilities, Maya, something to aspire to, for I have not yet mastered that ability.”
“I would not describe this as mastery, Cos, for often I am swept into another being without any power to stop it.”
“That must be disorienting indeed.”
“I have gotten used to it.”
