"I won't," he whispers. He leans into Hythlodaeus, resting his head against his friend's chest. He doesn't watch the phantom fade. "I'm sorry if I ever made you feel inadequate. I was tactless when I was younger."

The lullaby is what finally causes his tears to emerge. Like so many things, it is a fragment of their culture that ended up lost to time. What need had any of them for children's songs? Yet when he hears the tune it awakens the memory inside him and he cries for what has been lost.

They may be the very last people to remember such songs now.

"Hythlodaeus... If I had not already given myself to Zodiark, I..."