Gosh. Ana sits and listens and pats her legs in accompaniment.

He can talk and sing! Hi kiddo.

Hi. You are better at singing than Papa.

I am the very best at singing. 

What about the other kind of Elf you.

He would probably be as good at singing but he has less to sing about.

Are you singing about the dead Mama.

Yeah.

Did you love her.

Yeah.

What was she like.

Silly and tough and honest.

She was magic too right so she isn't dead forever.

I don't know. It depends if the thing that happened can be fixed.

Michael thinks my papa is the worst one of you.

Does that bother you?

I don't know why he said it.

- the way your world treats reds really bothers us, because it's hard to imagine having a visceral instinctive loathing for tons of perfectly nice people. And so many people died and suffered because of it that I think most of the Elves who went there would press a button to make you all not care in a heartbeat. And so having alts who care - a lot - and can't explain it, and think they're kind of commendable for not committing genocide because of it, that's weird. 

Papa doesn't care a lot.

It kind of looks like he cares a lot. 

I remember going to Miolee.

I'm not supposed to tell people but you're a Papa.

He pauses. 

He pats his lap.

She goes and sits on him.

Snuggle. I had a hard time figuring out how to do right by my version of your Mama.

You were supposed to marry her and have a me and an Elemi.