Ah. Got it there. Myr leans in, suddenly intent on chasing down the point the SQUIP's waved in front of him. "Do you know why we even have goals?"

Were this Vainglory in the Fade, he'd probably say dreams. He'd also--

Not be humanizing it quite so much as he is. That's the danger, when all he knows of it is its perfectly ordinary voice. Hard then to imagine it as the monster it is, to keep from getting comfortable the way he would with a mortal opponent.

Hell, Linden kept him better on his guard just by being...himself--

Oh, fuck.