Narration(Kore): Xander will hear that. And I’ll hear it twice again. Siren song. Is there a word for it in the runes of my ancestors? Half-forgotten elf tongues spoken guiltily in secret.

Narration(Kore): A reminder of the old world. When Gods walked blinded among men. But this Shane doesn’t feel the terror of that otherworldly sound, singing through his heart, beguiling him to disaster.

Narration(Kore): As if for the whole of his long an interesting life…he’d never needed to.

Kore: Don’t speak of the past anymore.

Narration(Kore): The echoes don’t lie.

Kore: Right now I need to make sure you are alright to come back to San Francisco with me.

Shane: I’ll go with you. Anywhere.

Narration(Kore): It’s not fair to treat him this way. He’s not responsible for my problems.

Narration(Kore): I brush those cobwebs out of my mind with infinite delicacy.

Narration(Kore): He’s watching the results with care. Those haunted eyes that know so much, so terribly much.

Narration(Kore): …and as our eyes meet I see a vision. A destiny behind those eyes. A future. A madness.