...If not I, then who? There is no one else; even before Lahabrea's, ahem, departure, there was no one else.

[He can near enough hear her thoughts, and turns away from her and the carbuncle both. He has dishes to finish. (Time may have cured him of the stubborn refusal to resort to mundane means of such things, but it will never cure him of the resentment that he must.)]

I do at times wonder what has become of his soul; it has been some lifetimes since I last saw it. No doubt but that it would be one of those possessed of the Gift; beyond that I could not say.