"Us? You mean my Chosen? I want you to help me win Synodiporia. I marked you because you represent my ideals. The best chance of winning is through you. But do not mistake me: I'll help you. Not only will I grant you power..." She pauses, eyes turning from him to her spear. "I will return you to your home. That is, if I win."

There is a pause, and then her eyes turn to him again, her eight hands shifting her spear a little. "There seems to be a… misunderstanding. I did not bring the Travelers here. You were chosen at random. Across many different universes."