To humbly ask.

the VOICE In reality's shadow the blind see best Sympathetically the Voice watches as the hand moves towards hers .... and then away again. She could have grabbed it easily, could imprint her masterpiece on the soul of the cobbler in an instant. But she does not. Instead she remains seated as he stands, gazing up at him with a patient adoration. "Perhaps for now. But the option will always be open to you Are. I seek only to give. To make bright those things that cannot even understand their own darkness." So saying, she smiled at him for a moment before her holographic form rippled slightly, and then disappeared.