...Passenger. I need you to speak plainly with me.

[Sesa turns face him now, folding his arms firmly across his chest. The figure he cuts framed by Passenger's inn room window is mighty impressive...or it would be, if he'd opted instead to not open his mouth afterwards.]

What is your aim with me, here? I have no justice to pursue in this place. My goals are aimless and my destiny as unclear as a desert mirage. You are going to find little entertainment in my endeavors, so why do you insist on continuing to use me as your plaything?