For the Listening Ear :
Often there lies a passing shadow of great sadness at the day of the elder instructor's passing. For though they are my birth and my raising, when they leave I fear I am the last of them. And I fear, they are the last folk who understood so accurately the walk as they did the natural breath. When they pass, it as if the whole sum of those impartial, who understood, stopped breathing.
Gunther. I fear we are alone.