Narration(Kore): Vespasian Xander…If I could conjure him by a name superior in power…but nothing answers me in heaven above or Erebus below.

Narration(Kore): There is one honorable path left. …if I ever possessed honor…but I would give it to him. I admire him immensely. But he is a stone god, wreathed in victor’s ashen laurel. A graven idol at the cold heart of a lifeless marble temple.

Kore: Qureshi asleep?

Marozi: I locked him in his room. Put a chair under the handle. He’s not doing well.

Marozi: What a mess.