Before I saw your drawings, all I knew of the stag were legends. Fairy tales told around bon fires and no one would believe me, that such a creature existed. But seeing him in your book- you knew. Your dreams were proof, that the impossible was possible. I thought it would take years, or decades to find him. No one had seen him in living memory, but your tracker found him in weeks. How could I have planned for that?

Is that so? If I was such a great threat to you, why did she wait and watch for months before talking to you. How could she have found you at the time that she did, when I was away, if she had not been watching you. Watching us.

[The thought makes his blood run cold, but Baghra had never shied away from ruining his life before, trying to steer him in the direction she's chosen.]

You are asking everyone on the station to see your pain and then let you go, to sacrifice yourself for us. I will not be the only one concerned.