Megalos waves his hand in dismissal. "No, no. Stella—or better, as her old name is still true, we should call her Adrasteia—she does not hate you. She is angry with you for making her wait, and upset because your unbelief makes her own immersion more difficult. Do you see? She is more than one person, not two halves in conflict, but two wholes existing where only one should be. For Stella to live, Adrasteia must be unmade. Adrasteia fears ending, but is determined; Stella is impatient to resume her life. Who she is in this moment is contingent upon events which have not yet taken place. Thus, a most painful conflict of ontology. She told me she dreams mathematical proofs, and when she wakes there is nothing in her mind that can comprehend them. She must become Stella, soon, or she will fray. If you are too slow to follow, you may lose her to another, just as you might have if you had never met. She will be Stella, and she will not wait forever in the face of your doubt." No. Stella had only contempt for dithering.