YAEYOEFUI: This "lacuna" as you call it, is lovely. It is a long-drawn sigh, resonating softly with the harmonies of peace...
SORLIE: Oh, Yaeyo, you're a poet.
YAEYOEFUI: ...wrought and fraught between breath-rending screams of raw, ragged rage.
SORLIE: Right... Would you like to go back inside?
YAEYOEFUI: If the sky will fill with horror, I must suffer a roof, secure in security's grief.
SORLIE: So, inside then.
YAEYOEFUI: Yes please.