Noah looked at her with shining eyes, and it was a surreal thing, and all the while his newly-forged existence drank knowledge from the record around him, more and more of it, pouring in. He nodded, slow and thoughtful.
He had felt an overwhelming sense of control and power that almost gave this feeling of invincibility!
He definitely needed to still be cautious as he continued to absorb waves and waves of knowledge.
"You are a record of something that happened in the past," he said. "Even though we now talk, you are..."
"I am not here. Yes." She interrupted him gently, still walking now, moving away from the river.
"This is my record. My existence itself left long ago. And in words that will mean something to you now, I am not one of Those Who Remain. Because I did not remain."
She glanced back at him, and there was something old and unreadable in it. "But you came here for information. So ask away."
And then she stopped pouring the Dimensions.
