"Does the Hunt treat Nia any more kindly than her prey? That's like asking whether I treat my head more kindly than my feet. I'm a part of the Vast now, and it's a part of me. In a way, all of us always were."

The voice drifts further away. A dull glow lights deep in the eye sockets of the Titan, turning to gaze at Eda across the distance, though the head itself does not move.