My people prepare for a battle we cannot win in a war intended for our destruction. Why should I risk their safety to rescue a legend?
It called her by name. Birdie. Songkeeper. Beloved. You are mine. 
Why did the sand-blasted catbird have to be so seaswoggling logical? It was downright infuriating.
Listen little Songkeeper, the voice whispered, and I will sing you a Song. 
You must listen little one.
At the worst times, the best plan was often no plan. And Ky excelled at coming up with no plan.
