Kore: Is he…even human?
Grant: All the DNA tests said he was as human as anyone else. You know as well as I that he could have arranged that.
Grant: I think he wants to be human.
Grant: Why do you do this to me Kore? He’s human. I wish he wasn’t but he’s probably more—
Kore: --more human than either of us. I noticed.
Kore: It’s only been a few days and I’m way out of control. How will I be in a month? A year? Yes is a saint compared to what I’m going to do with telepathy.
Kore: Will I even know enough by then to wish I’d ended it…
Kore: …back when I had some dignity left?
Grant: There’s something else you should know. He’s not the first time there have been telepaths on earth.
Grant: We have some of the old ones’ skeletons. Personally I think they were literature’s divine heroes of old. Hercules. Perseus.
Kore: How tall were you in your prime, Rhelan? Seven foot two?
Grant: In sixty-nine they ran the entire US Army through a battery of tests to find me. In a foxhole. On hamburger hill.
Grant: Don’t let him take you down easily.
Kore: I will consider your words very carefully. Thank you for your help.