"We're truly well matched. You and I, but also myself and the Decepticon ethos, in many ways. I know you are not formally a part of that any longer, but the ideas seem to have begun largely with you. I hear you in them, and not just because you're the one explaining most of them to me."

It doesn't occur to her that that slow-blink is feline body language, but the softness and affection of it registers, and she leans to kiss the bridge of his nose. "Does the Auto...whatever...belief system suit you so ill? Perhaps there are elements of it that you may take to heart, and discard the ones that mean less to you."

"If you take what you wish, ideas are available for the taking, as well." There's humor in her smile.

She looks thoughtful, then. "I could have the children draw pictures to share with other Nexus residents, to explain the story a little better. Coming from me, it's more easily accepted as a spooky prank than a serious message."

"It doesn't matter so much how people will interpret the Wild Hunt, though. It is what it is. It's the march of the Dead, and those that join in willingly had best be prepared to honor the spirits of that accompany it. But it isn't solely about death, either. There is an element of mysticism inherent in it. Óðr is the word we used to describe religious frenzy, divine ecstasy, or artistic inspiration."

"I don't know if you have that same concept in your culture. The Fire in the Head."