alone within a storm

"The whole of humanity..."

"The will of humanity," Z austerely corrects. "I do not pretend to be that which has passed."

This, of course, to Minoth...well, it's just about the most interesting thing anyone could ever say, isn't it?

"Fine," he muses. Each horn flickers as a heartbeat might pulse. Not surprising. To a human perspective, all vestigial and non-vestigial appendages will, eventually, have their own cadence, which can be likened to the essential cadence of the beings that Klaus replicated, and that the universe, in some form or another, before that, had made. "You are humanity's present."

Since Aionios is one eternal moment, everything that's going on outside is still, more or less, chained to this one moment, and Z is that flickerlocking chain.

"One possible conclusion."

"I find it hard to hate you, then." Minoth works his fingers in his palms. "You must know that everyone else, besides the consuls and probably even most of them, does. Hate you, I mean. It's easy, for them, since you're their problem, and since they know, now."

Z smiles. "I am humanity's problem, indeed."

"Wish you weren't so damned interesting."

"Your fatal flaw has always been that."

"And yours, interdependence."