If I loved her only half as much as I love you, she would be blessed with more love than any greater parent ever gave their child.

I take pride in her; she is my Valm. I am not her father, and could never hope to be. And she will never keep me while I cannot be what I am, to her. She cannot take comfort in being the only child whose name I know and carry with me across the world. She cannot know she has meaning to me because I will not give her that one word.

Ancestors why, why did you put a creature in this world that is not anything but itself?

I swear to you, I swear by the tears I cry because I cannot, I swear that when I have the means to explain what this is and what I am, I swear that I will tell you first, and I will tell you wholly. I will tell you every thought I have harboured and every feeling I have felt since youth, since infancy, since memory; all things regarding me, and myself, and I.

I dry my eyes and go to you, because this confuses you as it has never confused me. I have always known that I am Daimd. You know only the Daimd you see (and smell and touch and taste and feel).

(Love me. Do not leave me. I have never had anything to lose before you, and you take the world when you go.)