"You're afraid, Nila," it said again, in a voice that was almost familiar, though it seemed more like three voices in one, than any individual voice. "You are afraid to follow the path that he's followed. You're afraid of power. You fear the loneliness it will bring."
"I'm not…" even her denial was weak. Her sense of the battle was fading.
"What do you fear more?" The voice asked. "Will you leave them yourself, or will you be taken from them?"
"Neither!" Nila shouted.
"Greedy," the voice replied, she could tell that it was smiling. "Come, Nila, let us be greedy together."
"Damn you, Beam…" Nila said, tears in her eyes. "Just what are you making me? How far down this road do you intend to make me follow you?"