Two wizards and two soldiers appear in the desert, a few feet away from a tired slave caravan.
They nod at each other and disappear again.
"We call them the Presger. I don't know anything about them because it's nearly impossible for us to communicate. They dismantled our ships, when they first entered territory they claimed, not that we knew. Just pulled the people apart, tissue by tissue. They didn't realize they were hurting them, I think. I don't know. They tried sending people they made. As ambassadors. They weren't like her but they were more like her than anything you'd encounter. But this one's a ship. For me. They know I love the ships. They killed them to talk to me, it was the first time they tried - it was a warning -"
"The human bodies are - appendages, they use them to do tasks that require interfacing with humans. Work on planets and stations, mostly. They're capable of functioning independently, just like I am, but they're not meant to, even less than I am - I don't know if she's all right -"
"I would be pretty surprised if she knew how humans move their faces for things. Would you all shut up -"
"How should I know? I'm the only me here! What if the rest of me means to do that and has a very good reason?"
Tears are running down her face. "Do - some goddamn spell - if you think I'm lying -"
"I don't think you're lying but I haven't cried non-volitionally since I was three."
"This is the most important - the only important thing for the survival of the Radch. For a thousand years I have not known what I needed to do. But now I do and - I need to understand her. They killed everyone I cared about to teach me one word of their language and they - they send me this to -"
"- we still don't know how to get any of us home. But there's more of you and more of her back there, right? If she's made to talk to you they'll find each other?"