Locked in some Brooklyn jail

"But I've got horns on my head," Minoth says, uselessly, so slowly and uninsistently that it almost feels like new information to the one who'd recited it. He should lift his hands up, check. "At least you and I are the same."

"We're NOT the same," Rico says, much quicker and more convinced. "Are demi-humans all the same just because they're grotesque? Just because they have animal features? Take Homer, for example. It's not even particularly strong. So we're the same as each other, but different from him."

"You won't be satisfied."

"I won't."

"But you will be strong."

"Always.