I laugh at thy ignorance. Liketh a hawk watching a nest, waiting for the altricial to break through their shells and the mother to fly aroint, mine Lord waits. Before thou gaineth understanding, the opportune moment shall arrive, and mine Master shall swoop down and snatch thee from the arms of anyone who dares to protect thee. Miserable souls, they are.
Oh, little helpless one, doeth not worry. Stay the course that thou hast obstinately seteth for thyself and keep thy ignorance. Mine Master is pleased and welcomes thy eventual arrival. Anon thou both shall meet.