"It makes me sad for you." Ripley states matter of factly. "Not for you, but that you felt for whatever reason you should put your faith in something so destructive, so reprehensible, to feel self-importance."

A purr from Jude's throat and lungs as he loses himself in the comfort of Fever's lap.

"You don't strike me as the greedy type, Fever. I don't think you did whatever it is you did for the power. Maybe you liked the fear and discord in that creating it made you feel purpose, but what exactly was your end goal? You sow the fear, then what? You start the war, but to what end? Was it your's, or someone else's? Did you given any of this any amount of thought before— throwing your hands around innocent people's throats?"