"Yes," she agreed, looking out over the water. Cain was right - she was young in appearance and demeanor. But parts of her were old, fragments and relics of things long ago, little puzzle pieces floating in the dark recesses of her mind, full of memories of a past that should have been forgotten.

"the past shapes all things. But it is the past."

She hesitated for a moment. And then - "I am Yorda."