Title: What is Left
(The Oistrem slowly leaves the scene of memory and returns to the present, feeling the phantoms of its missing ear and damaged leg.)
Oistrem: Unpleasant, it surely was. Sundered though I am, I won through. Still I persist.
(The Oistrem looks up towards the gap beyond which Yme the Strasmin was in hiding.)
Oistrem: But now, if I cannot fight nor flee the Strasmin, what is left for me to try?
Can aught be accomplished by reason?
