A door opens on a tiny, crappy, unfurnished apartment. Kuri came in, and noticed Rei sitting on the couch.
"That bad huh?" Kuri said.
Reiko had told her about the birth of the Green Goblin.
"How do you keep it a secret?" Reiko asked her. "You know if you just told him he would—"
"What?" Kuri said. "Peter would just be angry at me for keeping it from him for so long! For holding him at arms length and helping only when I am allowed to help."
Kuri and Reiko spoke with the conviction of priestesses, bound by the Wiccan Rede. They could only help when it benefited others; if they were to gain in any way, then fate would cause something awful to happen.
Something awful...like Norman Osborne's transformation.
"If Harry ever finds out what I did—" Reiko started.
"You did nothing!" Kuri said. "Fate did it. You broke the rules; you used magic to get yourself a cushy job, and this...this is the consequence."
"Some dream, right?" Reiko said.
"More like a nightmare." Kuri replied.