'Please, Streivras, I am begging you!' Cynthia pleaded, 'Where is my father? What is it you're not telling me?' 'Oh, how I wish to tell,' Streivras hummed the words to a whisper. 'I have big hopes for you, young Princess, but I also have a fear of what life could become. You are a powerful mind that could do so much good … as long as you do not become lost in your anger for control.'