So I suppose it's high time I sat down to talk with you – and by you, I mean all your 'you's, since I've told you this more than once, but you seem to forget it as soon as you turn away – about our relationship.

Y'see, I'm not all too comfortable with how things are going between the two of us. I mean, really. It was fun enough at the start, but now...I'm just wondering if it's going to continue like this until one of us really goes over the edge. And I don't mean something like, 'dumping you over the side of a boat' – I mean, really over the edge.

Don't take this personally, really. I don't mean to be insulting, and I certainly don't want to hurt your feelings – but there's just some differences between us that I think are just...pretty irreconcilable. From the way you dress, the way you're always about to fall over, the color – er, colors, I guess – of your hair, the way you talk,  your whole sense of style; we're...just completely, entirely different. I don't talk much, you talk too much. I'm pretty blunt and straightforward, and you...well, you dance around. Literally, too.

I really don't think I deserve this fixation you have on me, and I'm flattered – in a sense, that is – but truth be told, I'd really much rather cut all this off before anything happens that can't be taken back. Really.

And if you don't mind, if you could stop waving those daggers in my face, I'd really appreciate it.

Thanks.

- Yuri Lowell, to Zagi.