Marozi: This is why we have to get to Kore first! She'll make a fine diamond warrior. She's got guts.

Marozi: She's a nice girl. She'll help us. We have a right to ask her to do this. Because none of us will get out of here alive if we don't.

Narration (Marozi): Truth is, despite her fire and intellect, no one will follow Esme. She's no pucelle d'Orléans. Goodness knows the world doesn't need another white-faced maid at the head of an army...fighting for so long that it no longer remembers why.

Narration (Marozi): Xander is a man...and not a man...yet too human still...a soul aligned astrologically with a white hot arrow of a wandering comet. With an end as cryptic and certain as the marching armies overhead.

Esme: James. James! Are you all right?!

Marozi: I'm ok. Xander preoccupies my thoughts. I wonder if he isn't influencing me, the way I always come back to him.

Esme: It's all any of us can think about. Don't worry about it.

Marozi: We have to defeat him, Farook, I can't imagine going on like this any longer.

Marozi: one day I'll just not wake up or something. I'm frightened.

Esme: Don't say that. I'll give the speech. It will all...be ok.