[Wolfram's words cause a strange mix of relief and anxiety. Choosing his old life -- his proper place -- was a decision made weeks ago, and yet letting Diva go... hurts. It hurts unimaginably.]
[No one could understand that, he supposed.]
[Conrad closes his eyes and says a quick goodbye to Diva, then he relaxes his hand and lets her fall to pieces. He palmed the fossilized tear she'd shed... nothing Wolfram can say will stop him from keeping it, but he hides it to avoid the argument.]
[Wolfram is wrong though, Diva will never be fully gone. Not for him.]