Qureshi: Mr. Xander is a bit odd-looking, true. But that is no reason that we should be frightened children saying he casts the evil eye upon all those who venture near his haunted house!

Marozi: have you ever felt him in your mind, that skin-crawling feeling, as he sifts you like wheat?

Qureshi: No, no, of course not!

Qureshi: Don't you see? This is exactly the sort of prejudice that blinds us! He is merely a man! Just like us, but he lords over and oppresses us.

Qureshi: We must rise up. And cast him down to where he should be. He must learn that we are all brothers.

Marozi: If we are all brothers we might have given Kore a better welcome last night.

Marozi: She's still our best hope at striking him...get a hit in that really counts.

Narration(Marozi): The memory of Mrs. Qureshi and the junior Qureshis weigh upon him. He is getting gray. Time will soon run out for his dreams.

Narration(Marozi): There has to be an end to this question. We must all move on with our lives.

Marozi: The thing is, we can have this discussion later...

Marozi: Lets just get Kore to kill Xander for us, then we can worry about what to do with her later.

Narration(Marozi): He freezes. I wait for him to unfreeze. He's ready to hear this. Ready to face the implications.

Narration(Marozi): It's the ultimate goal, after all. Kill Xander any way we can. But he's never admitted it, even to himself.

Narration(Marozi): Xander picking up another telepath has never been very probably...we all know him. ..But then... once is all it takes...

Qureshi: Unfortunate. I hope it doesn't come to that.

Marozi: Don't we all.