But this isn't a perfect world. The problem is people who think it is. -Connor

The sad truth about humanity...is that people believe what they're told. Maybe not the first time, but by the hundredth time, the craziest of ideas just becomes a given.

It was at that moment he realized that his spirit was truly human once more. For he no longer remembered how to be alone without being lonely.

Normally Connor would walk away from a conversation like this. His life is about tangibles: things you can see, hear and touch. God, souls, and all that has always been like a secret in a black box he couldn't see into, so it was easier just to leave it alone. Only now, he's inside the black box.

Crawley reached into the pocket of his fancy robe - a dinner jacket, I think it's called. The kind of thing Professer Plum would wear before killing Colonel Mustard in the ballroom with the candlestick.

Wars are often waged not because of what we believe, but because of the things we want others to believe.

The homes here are almost identical, but not quite, full of people almost identical, but not quite.