Our very existence seems bound to draw out the folly of men. Dominus, Venarius… even me. I know I’ve grown less kind, less attentive to Zana, because of my grief. I even became irate with her once. I fear the darkness in each of us inevitably grows and coils through our minds, as the world batters at our frail walls of ignorance and pride. This place, these Dreamlands… if the real world is flawed, perhaps I could build a better one…
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