Civilization after civilization, it is the same. The world falls to tyranny with a whisper. The frightened are ever keen to bow to a perceived necessity, in the belief that necessity forces conformity, and conformity a certain stability. In a world shaped into conformity, dissidents stand out, are easily branded and dealt with. There is no multitude of perspectives, no dialogue. The victim assumes the face of the tyrant, self-righteous and intransigent, and wars breed like vermin. And people die.

He was not a modest man. Contemplating suicide, he summoned a dragon.' Gothos' Folly

All that we were has led us to where we are, but tells us little of where we’re going. Memories are a weight you can never shrug off.

The stars, they are as the sun. Each star. Every star. And those spheres- they are worlds, realms, each one different yet the same.

What matter the colour of the collar around a man's neck, if the chains linked to them were identical?

When you've burned the bridges behind you, don't go starting a fire on the one in front of you.

Oh yes, I have learned much from Tremorlor, and so assume a like strategy. Silence, a faint mocking smile suggesting I know more than I do, an air of mystery, yes, and fell knowledge. None could guess my confusion, my host of deluded illusions and elusive delusions!