so soulful, so pretty, so tragic. one wants to take jan in one's arms and kiss him until it's better...

unless one's irritating brother inhabits jan's body and messes up the whole thing, damn him.

But... Jan's a boy.

he is indeed.

But... boys don't kiss... OH.

Oh, Mekt - don't live in the past! Jan is gone. Surely there's some Khund lad who needs cuddling.

oh, miss cramer, i know there are other sentients in the space-sea, but jan arrah was one of a kind.

i understand we are about to drink from the river lethe once again. perhaps that will solve the matter.