Zaneta chuckles. "You must've hit it off with Stanislav."

"...not really? He didn't seem like he wanted to fix the world. Or not the way I mean."

"What do you mean?"

"I want people to not ever get sad or need things they can't have or have stupid silly parents who think they're terrible and there should be lots of new stuff invented all the time and no wars."

"That sounds lovely. Slightly impossible, but lovely."

"How do you know it's impossible?"

"There will always be sad people."

"Oh. Well, okay, I don't mean to just make everyone happy all the time, that'd be bad. Just, you know."

"I think Stan wants the same things you do. He just also wants to run around in a cape."

"Well he shouldn't go around saying he's a supervillain, then."

"He'll grow out of it."

"It's probably because there aren't people calling themselves supervillains here."

"We used to have those. I miss them."

"...why?"

"They were mainly just Miracles looking for thrills. Much easier to handle-and more entertaining-than the tyrants."

"I think all the evil ones are called supervillains where I'm from."

"Do any of them control countries?"

"I dunno? I think so, in, like, Africa."

Zaneta looked solem. "There are less less than fifty territories on Earth not ruled by Miracle Tyrants. We're lucky you didn't land in New York, or the UK."

"...I was in New York. Before I showed up here."

"Oh. I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"I can understand if that distresses you."

"This world is kinda terrible. I wanna fix it."

"So do I."