the porcelain mannequin with shattered skin fears attack
"We're not Consuls. We're Moebius - the REAL Moebius. Always have been. Always will be."
"The real? But is it not so often said that X, Y, and Z make up the miscellany of the alphabet? That they deliver only superfluous, trivial meaning, not worth naming?"
"Y, what are you--"
Was this his arcane, obtuse way of saying to her that he, too, was afraid? That they were...meaningless? But Moebius didn't know fear! Moebius lived forever! It was a fact the same way Z was a fact!
And Z...
"We were never alive, X."
Never were, never will be again.