Katara listened with rapt attention. So Sheeana also had the ability of sensing something like that? Were there no limits to what the Bene Gesserit could do? Of course, that was silly: she was sure that it just seemed like a lot of power when it was really more about keeping the nobody balanced, fit. Awake.

"Yes sister," Katara said, and then she asked the questions that she hated thinking about, the ones that kept her up at night and she had to meditate quietly to herself to dispel. But if anyone needed to know, it was Sheeana.

"Several years," Katara said. "When I was brought from my world he was twelve: in dreamscapes, I see him about sixteen, seventeen. They experimented on him and he unleashed some of how power on them, so to keep him docile they erased some of his memory. As for the goals of the god, he wants to escape, and Aang and the Seer are his main obstacles. I've talked to the Seer too, and wants me proceeding with caution: if the god knows who I am, he will attempt to injure me to weaken Aang's resolve."

Katara paused. "I will help you in any way I can, if we have a part to play in this."

Like that wasn't obvious.