Ayrie laughed at the memory of Asran choking. Memory Astoria laughed too, and handed him her canteen. "Here."

She watched him as he drank and thought some more about what he had said. She wanted him to listen to her, but was unsure how when she had already tried plain sense. The way he had held the doll and dejectedly thrown it into the flames, the way he had just spoken of children and babies being 'cute', gave her an idea.

"You were friends with a child here, weren't you?" she asked, "That's why you threw the doll into the flames. They killed her before you could get to her."

She paused for a moment, still looking at him. "What if I told you that you could save millions of children just like her? That just by being a friend to the children, you could change their perception of you, of right and wrong? Or that when they grow into adults they will love you and praise you, be loyal to you?"