Amuné considered. "I have a few," she said at last, speaking slowly. "First of all, where do we go from here? Do you have some sort of plan yet? Next, what...exactly is Nunque's story? Even before he came after me, there was...I don't know how to explain it. People speak of deja vu, of a nagging sense of familiarity. This hit me so strongly that I nearly fell over. I've had people pull at me before, but this was something else, and I don't understand it. Third, what happened between you and Kabuto? Ketsuoana mentioned it, and you showed me a little, I think, but it sounds like this is personal, even before what he did to your daughter. How did this start between you? And...." The Seer trailed off, not certain if she should ask the final question, but wanting to know all the same. Multiple people had said she resembled Zeela, but she didn't see it, not at all. No, better not to ask. She quickly substituted something else. "And...I imagine there's no good way for me to attend the memorial that will be held, is there?"

((@TheMinorFall Short but very dense.))