"There were...I saw something. That happened in the past." The images were there, but jumbled. In truth, Saiza really did not want to force himself back into the memories of the dream yet. His mind felt painfully frostbitten, and he did not want to delve back into its recesses until it had thawed.
Saiza's bloodshot eyes fixed on the monolith. "That damned thing his caused me so much...Gods I should have destroyed it ages ago!" He crawled forward, and snatched it from Ulow. Painful, empty cold washed over him. Like a piece of his dream put in material form. He glowered at it furiously, and tensed, as if he was about to smash it. Then, his shoulders relaxed. Methodically, Saiza placed it on the floor in front of him, rested his crossed arms on top of it, and buried his head in his arms. "What did I do to deserve this? No one deserves this."