“Was it a good dream?” I ask. “What?” “The one with me.” “No. No, it was a nightmare. One of a man from hell, lover of fire.” He’s silent for a spell. “Why is it so horrible?” I ask him. “Life. All this. Why do they need to make us do this? Why do they treat us like we’re their slaves?” “Power.” “Power isn’t real. It’s just a word.”
