My death wouldn't even matter. [Her sourness is purely one of realism. She can't finish the tunnel alone. She's been very good at telling herself otherwise, but now, at this cold hard moment, she starts to see.] I need help, Duster, and if he won't come then someone else will have to.

[It's almost like another voice speaking out of her now, and she even knows whose. This is what Dame Ariel would have said, who is too wise to ever grieve or be angry. But she is only Kesara, still.]

Do you - would he really not ask me to? I'd have wanted him to, if it were me...