Well, they're all so different. To look at them you wouldn't say that they are the same species... but they're growing from the same branch structure... so it *has* to be the same species. It's the same plant! It's like they're stuck in a continuous mutation.

Everyone's got their thing! Maybe it's a break-up. A death. An accident. Whatever it is, you used to be one thing. Now, you're something else. We all have our own problems. Our own issues. Our own... demons!

If I spoke about it - if I did - what would I tell you? I wonder. Would I tell you about the time? It happened a long time ago, it seems. In the last days of a fair prince's reign. Or would I tell you about the place? A small city near the coast, but far from everything else.

The sand has completed its daily march across Eldridge's steps. His boots sweep a bit away as he steps outside in full battle gear, and kisses a photo of the Virgin Mary and slips it inside his helmet. He steps out into the bright morning sun.

It seems despite your exhaustive defensive strategies, you still have a bit of a security problem, Headmaster. It's quite extensive. How dare you stand where he stood. Tell them how it happened that night. How you looked him in the eye, a man who trusted you, and killed him!