"What?" God, he's simply so insufferable sometimes. And he's definitely drunk. She shakes her head - "Look. You've got one of these, right?" She lifts her hand to display the green mote smoldering there. "And you've had people calling you a Rifter. Right? Basically, it's like - " She frowns, struggling to articulate it.

"They've got this thing here, the Fade, that's the realm of dreams. And I guess, back home, on Earth, we dreamed about ourselves, and because of magic, the dreams became reality. So that's what we are. Dreams made into reality. And probably you were further along in time than I was when you dreamed, or something - or maybe you were from some sort of parallel world, like mine, but where I'm summoning dem- spirits or something - but basically what I'm trying to say is that everything here's different and the things you're assuming, you probably shouldn't just assume."