The poor ink clone sits and takes having a hand wriggled through it.

"You wouldn't like it there. It's nothing like it used to be." Lapis does sound nostalgic, but it's definitely not the kind that can be fixed. 5,000 years is a long time. Even for a species that is in effect immortal. "Then again, there probably wouldn't even be a place for you there." She pauses. "No offense."