“You suggest that the dragons, in their hearts, have a particular preference,” said Kate. “A bias toward … plot.” This was right. I knew it was right. I knew, because that same preference is in my heart. Without it, I couldn’t write this down. I couldn’t pick and choose what to describe, couldn’t strategically withhold information for your benefit. Without that preference, I could only vomit data. I’m glad to have it.
