Narration(Kore): He follows me…

Narration(Kore): …and the blood eagle stares through him at the back of my neck.

Narration(Kore): Artwork. Like tying a goat to a tree and slashing its belly.

Narration(Kore): Like breaking a bird’s wings and leaving it to flutter in the sun. They left me a face at least.

Narration(Kore): Ves took the face. And I hadn’t cared.

Narration(Kore): Now the scars are the only thing I can see in his mind.

Narration(Kore): It’s under tight control, like that queasy feeling that spread through his throat this morning.

Narration(Kore): Will he listen when I tell him the story is best left unspoken? Or will his insatiable curiosity claw at his throat to?

Kore: I love beautiful things. I don’t want to break them.

Xander: Shane is in there. I’ll leave you with him.

Kore: The world is a beautiful place, Ves, isn’t it?

Kore: You wouldn’t want to break it, would you?

Kore: Have you figured out yet that all your nightmares are real? All mine are anyway.

Kore: But maybe you want to become the end of everything. Nothing’s stopping you.

Xander: Hm….

Xander: I wouldn’t give your masters the satisfaction.

Xander: I’ve been pushed into that role, by everyone you can imagine, since I was a child. What makes you think I’d lay wrack and ruin to the planet,

Xander: …mountains floating in the air…fire in the sky…now?!