Tahaan is a little confused at how it's counterpart responds to it's protectiveness. Wrapping the Piece back up it tries hard to figure out how to explain why it feels that way about the gift it was given. However before it can think of anything it's thoughts are interrupted by even more words from the other. Having even more to think about actually helps it to understand and come up with it's response more quickly. Aysus turns to leave, but Tahaan calls out.

[i]~Before we changed things, together, this was neither an Aysus thing, nor a Tahaan thing. It wasn't outs at all. It was simply where we were. Now, this place it becoming ours, because we wish it so, and even though together we make the most wonderful things, that does not mean that what makes us unique, the things we an make individually, is any less amazing and special than what we can make together. That's what I think anyways. Besides, this is a gift. That just makes it all the more special to me.~[/i]

Figuring that it's counterpart was leaving to be alone with it's thoughts, once he's done conveying it's words the dark gray cloud like being moves away from the only other being in existence to give it it's space. It moves away, leaving behind all the little hunks it made, taking with it only the mass of matter Aysus sculpted.

[i]~It's so different from what I make. I like it. Not that I don't like what I make, but I can make what I make all the time. I don't often have access to Aysus things. Even when it was just us, the wells, and the threads, whenever I got close to Aysus, I would ruin it's webs even without thinking about it. I would try to let it have it's peace, but I just don't work that way. However with this, it stays in perfect shape. As long as I am careful, I can keep this Aysus thing from getting messed up.~[/i]

Drifting along it makes a hand full of lights and begins fiddling with shadows again. It finds pleasure in the shadows constantly floating across it as the mass passes between it an the light sources. Putting masses together here and there it watches, entranced, but the new forms the shadows take, the light sound of the masses colliding with each other and the light a stimulating experience.

[i]~We make beautiful things together, but even apart, making our own things, we make beautiful things as well. . . .~[/i]