"BoomFuzzy. You know better than that. You can speak to me in whatever language you want. I know eighty-four languages, remember? There is bound to be a language you can speak fluently that I can understand. And you changed the subject. I was pontificating and you interrupted my pontificating and now I don''t know what it was I was saying. You made me forget."


    "Ya going to be de one tree what stand against the wind, clinging to the cliff when all the rest fell down the mountain together, eh?"


    "No. Here on this planet. Dis realm. Earth hates me."


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    "Quaraun. I know what happened. I ghost, remember. I walk among de living seeing all, hearing all, and not being able to interact with none of it. And somehow ya figured out a way to see and hear me and for dat I am grateful, as it is dreadfully lonely to be a ghost and have no one, not even other ghosts, see or hear you. But all dat means is I saw what ya did. I heard why ya said ya did it. Ya killed ya children, Quaraun, because ya t''oughts they had become evil and ya wanted to save dair souls before they turned evil. Ya said it yarself, Quaraun. Was dat not ya laying blame on de victim, calling dem evil to make it easier for ya to slit their throats after ya poisoned dair candy?"


    "They did not know me, Quaraun. They was born after I died. There was no evil in their hearts, Quaraun. No malice for me. They were singing a holiday son they heard others singing that day at the festival. That''s all they did. They did not even understand the meanings of the words. Quaraun, ya killed ya children because ya did no want to hear de words of dat song coming from dair voices."