[Charon's Palm]

It's a delight to speak with you again.

You've driven a sliver of ice into the heart of this city, my worthy opponent.

The only force humans respect is friction.

Thus, they divide themselves naturally into competing factions.

The city can be understood in these terms: perpetual, undying.

It consistently amazes me how you can take an infinitely complex situation and see only good and evil, win and lose, fail and succeed.

I can no longer enjoy such limitations.

I suspect this will become clearer to you when we finally meet.

You are the unmoved mover, my corrupted demiurge.