Agatha felt a burst of resentment towards Din as she pulled herself out of the ground that she sank into. She began to pace and to think out loud on the puzzle before her and what she had learned during her short life time.
“Listen to this then. I can’t undo everything that you have done to this land, so why try? My opinion is irreconcilable? You have yet to try to see my side either. 
Perhaps my grandmother was right. She once told that me there were always 2 views of each thing if not more. She also said that there is no end without a beginning somewhere. Everyone has their own opinion and sometimes one is more right than the other then sometimes it is just the opposite. After all you have to have the opposite of something to enjoy something.  That may be what this is all about. 
Perhaps this puzzle means more than fixing the problem…… maybe- just maybe mind you- it is about the circle of life? What so I know of the circle of circle? There is a beginning or spring then the summer or youth then the maturing or fall then comes the end or winter. Then it repeats itself over and over…..”  Agatha was as confused as she was before she pondered out loud.
“What can I do? I am not in control of what ability that I have so I must do something before I die of lack of oxygen. I can’t just keep trying reversing what has been done but what if I hastened the end? Will I survive to the end of this testing? At this rate I won’t survive anything. I must do something but what? “Agatha looked up at the rusty gears moving.  She realized that she was starting to get lightheaded and slightly dizzy from looking up.
“I must do what I must do and that is not much.  It takes time to make rust form and even more time to make the rust turn into rust dust. Besides time rust needs to have moisture and oxygen… which I need a lot of right now….” Agatha knelt down on the ground slowly as she began to feel weaker.
“Din… I guess I look more and more beautiful to you since I am heading towards my end…….”  She simply laid down her head on her arms to rest.
“This puz..zle… mm...may be ….. too much for the likes of me.  Just what ….. ….” Her voice trailed off to nothingness.