...You flatter me, Adele. [Especially since she wasn't wrong--she was dead in her world. They both knew that. She was dead and he was just a manic bastard that would carry on like normal when he returned to his home, living on the threads that are woven into dreams.

He chuckles.] I'm just me, and I'm just doing what I always do. If that has fulfilled someone's dreams in this strange black hole between worlds, then I see that as a job well done. At least somene here understands the artistry in being a thief.