What Jhanic Asha'man had to say about her dream of the tower made much more sense to Amaranie than what he'd said about her dream of the village. The Accepted shrugged, and nodded, saying, "It could be, but I don't know that. Sometimes, I do, but with that dream, if I tried to tell you what it means, I'd just be guessing." She studied the floor, feeling frustrated. "I don't know if I'll have any more dreams of the village, either," Amaranie said. "I rarely dream of the same place, or event, twice, and I don't see why this dream would be any different." She sounded sad, and was. She couldn't help hoping that if and when what she'd dreamed became reality, she would never find out.
Amaranie hung her head and looked at the glass cube that still sat in front of her. "I just wish I knew more. Even this box seems to understand my dreams better than I do. I don't know what else I should do, or how to learn faster. I feel like I just have to wait, now, to hear of something terrible taking place in the Borderlands, and that I should be able to do something about it, or I wouldn't have dreamed of it at all." When she stopped talking, her eyes remained down, not having looked at Jhanic Asha'man once.