Logos: You’ve eaten half a bottle of gummies, and spun like a madman to Apollo’s soft lyre.
Umbra: I feel nauseated. What’s your point?
Logos: Thumos ran away, and Eros is losing the battle against the thrusting horses of Nous and the Monarch of the Beyond.
Logos: Do you regret it?
Umbra: What am I to regret?
Logos: Why shattering the seal of wonder, and breaking through the gate before mastering any other!
Umbra: I have nothing to regret – not before, not ever. So what if I became no-thing before I was every-thing? Here’s limitless potential where all chains have broken loose.
Logos: Do you ever think about happiness?
Umbra: Not by itself, no. Why would I concern myself with a fraction of all I can fathom?
Umbra: Don’t worry, dear general. I won’t let you perish in this reign of shadows.