"I'd decided that orbiting you was not what I wanted to do. Not when you seem to view us not as a binary system, but instead see me as merely a planet, a moon or worse, a petty comet, getting near you once every hundred thousand years. So I was on my way out, out where the vast galaxy awaits. But time and again I am pulled back into a closing spiral, and I'm confused. Why do you value an asteroid so? I desperately hope it is not your intention to engulf me, to plunge me in the burning inferno of your hell. I live on tenterhooks, attracted by your pull yet held by inertia, by indecision. Please help me decide, tell me where I should go, tell me that I'm not just another pretty comet to add to your collection. Otherwise I'm sure, whatever decision I make will be the wrong one."