The Sorrow laughed quietly to himself, glad that a last notion had caused him to linger, though no longer at any visible opacity. So The Fury had something of classical mythology stored behind that helmet of his after all. Though it would be difficult not to, when so many of the names scattered across the heavens had been pulled from the unresisting hands of ancient gods and heroes.

"One final thing I must ask of you, comrade," The Sorrow murmured, pitched for the cosmonaut's ears alone, and deftly resisting the phrase 'last request.' "Please, do not mention this meeting to The Joy."

Another advantage of being dead was that one had no compuction to linger to answer questions.