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Daydreams and nightmares, the best and worst of humanity's imagination, delicately wrapped in flesh casings like hallucination sausage. Treat them with care.
They're real. But how is that even possible? Gaia, Helios, AND Jehovah? ... Well, uh. Okay then. I guess it's true, what Hamlet said. There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
How can you describe such a diverse group of people? Arrogance and power and subservience and power with a side dash of holy crap. I met a Dreamspeaker once. I liked her. But from what I've heard of the Hermetics, they're kind of worrisome.
I'm not sure what the difference is between these guys and the Mages with their fancy pants orders.
Me? Reality deviant? Yeah. Okay. You are a part of what's wrong with the world. Freaking drones.
Keep your teeth where they belong. Away from my neck. Man, I should really work on getting myself a Sliver of Helios, just in case.
You are perhaps the most astoundingly arrogant race of Shifters I've ever met. No, sorry, second-most. Bastet are generally more arrogant than you. Still, you take the Most Likely to Commit Genocide award home with you. But we believe you're our best hope, if you can just pull yourselves together. We remember the old dances between wolf and raven. I'll carry on my ancestors' work, and I'll do my best by you all.
