The ones you care for... Find those who would take them from you. Find those who would take them from me. [The sensation of fingers in his hair lets up, ever so slightly, and the breeze rustles across one ear as she whispers sharply.] And when you have found them, tear them into shreds. Cut off their thieving little hands. Gouge out their eyes so they cannot look enviously upon you.

Do whatever you will, but stop these insects.