"Listen."
"Believe me, I hear it."
"No. Listen."
"I'm afraid I don't know what you mean."
"The tide is turning."
"Current. There are currents beneath the surface of the ocean."
"I'm speaking on a metaphorical level, not that you'd pick up on that, given your history. It would appear that the inability to comprehend the basic principles of literature runs in your family."
"Hey, I'm with you all the way, but we shouldn't resort to petty insults. If my daughter were to find out, she'd be furious."
"And are you afraid of her? Even here, floating in the middle of her domain, we are not in any kind of danger. She poses no more threat than a doe weakened by December's frost."
"Now is the winter of our discontent."
"You're using it wrong. Nevermind. Soon, it will not matter. We will succeed where your dear wife failed, and for once 'the end' will be more than a repugnant lie parroted by a crazed story-addict, who must be stopped by force, as she will never escape her own world through any merit of her own. Once this is over and done with, all unnecessary conflict will be purged from worlds fictitious and factual. No longer will vulnerable innocents be strung along like my poor brother, who will rest in peace once this is over. All I need to know is whether or not you'll go soft on me."
"I won't, so long as the girl remains unharmed."
"Oh, listen to yourself. Do you really think she matters, after everything that's happened? She's the cause of much pain and suffering, both of which will end when she does. Even so, we will not kill her. I am not a murderer. Not directly, anyway. Brute strength only results in temporary victories, so if we must harm her, we must harm her by attacking what really matters: her mind. Oh, she lost it years ago, but the damage we will cause is of a different breed than pure insanity. You see, doubt is very much like a weed: it will grow and multiply and overtake a garden, no matter how hard one tries to stop it. So it will be with our mission. It will be easy, too easy, almost, to infect her mind with questions of truth and reality. She is fragile, and will most certainly break at the first sign of trouble. Then, with her out of the way, we can undo what has been done, and make right the wrongs caused by nothing more than a simple act of narration."
"And what about the Starbearer?"
"I regret to say that this will not end well for her, however this turns out. Yet if we succeed, we may give her the ending that was intended for her. It may not be a happy one, but it is the lesser of many evils."
"Will we truly be able to accomplish this?"
"Maybe, maybe not, but one thing is for certain: even if this battle is lost, there is no stopping me, for I will return time and time again until I am able to put an end to this madness. One day, I will succeed. It is inevitable. What's more, I will have my revenge . . . even if I must destroy the world itself."
"The world?"
"The Jurassic World."