A lot of what we're doing here deals with perception rather than truth. Many would argue that reality depends more on the former than the latter.

A lot of what we're doing here deals with perception rather than truth. Many would argue that reality depends more on the former than the latter.

Hey, Cormac. You ever have to deal with a PMSing werewolf?

I punched to line. "Yes? What?" "Norville. It's Cormac. If you don't change the subject right now, I'm going to have to go over there and have a word with you.

Cormac interrupted. 'Maybe I oughta shoot you both, put you both out of your misery.

I'm a werewolf trapped in a human body." "Well, yeah, that's kind of the definition." "No, really. I'm trapped." "Oh? When was the last time you shape-shifted?" "That's just it - I've never shape-shifted." "So you're not really a werewolf." "Not yet. But I was meant to be one, I just know it. How do I get a werewolf to attack me?" Stand in the middle of a forest under a full moon with a raw steak tied to your face, holding a sign that says, 'Eat me; I'm stupid'?

... We're werewolves. We don't get to judge 'crazy.