The nightmare they banished – a thing of darkness and misery, born of their fears, bloated on their hatreds. They did not – could not – understand it's true essence: the mark of a divinity, broken and scattered among them. Much like the souls of men.

If we'd done this my way,' Garrett went on, 'We'd have been here much earlier.''And drunk, most likely,' said Maiev.'You say "drunk," I say "happy",' Garrett shrugged.