"I..." she starts, clearly looking confused. "You want to make a copy... of me? One for... each of you?" She looks hopeful, for a moment, then scowls at Draiss. "And why should I want to go with you, anyway? For all I know, you've been ly--" "Suzuanne, do you really believe he could lie to<em>me?</em>" "Well, I..." "Furthermore, do you realize that you truly are his? That it's his voice you hear, not mine? As much as I've wanted you, over the years, as much as I've sought to guide you and raise you, as much as I love you... you are not, and never have been, truly mine." He steps down onto the ground, moving over to lay a hand, reassuringly, on her shoulder. "What Draiss is offering is a chance for you to truly become who you were meant to be; the agent of my designs, my most loyal servant, as you believe you are... and Draiss' Prophet, as fate and happenstance chose, before your birth." "I... I don't understand." "Most people wouldn't. All I ask is that you trust us, and continue to serve us both, to the best of your ability. We just want to offer you the chance to serve us both, without causing an internal conflict." "I... i-if you say so," she says, still hesitant, but looking soothed by the presence of her god. He smiles warmly, and reaches out to embrace her. "That's my girl."