"It's not your fault you're physically better."

"Do you need a rest?" He's silent for a moment. "I don't. At all," he eventually admits.

"I'm not that out of shape, I'm a hyperactive eight-year-old!" Pause. "Maybe not as hyper as you all."

He does at least resist the urge to break into a run again. "Shame you aren't a hybrid. I think you'd be a good hybrid."

"I think I'd be good at anything I was or tried."

"You'd be good at having a mer mum or dad?"

"Yes!"

"...What would that even look like? Being good at being a hybrid?"

"I dunno, but whatever it was I would be it."

"You'd be grey and pointy and tackle everyone you meet! And spear bad people!"

"No, that's normal half-mer, I'd be a good half-mer."

"So you'd win all the fights and kill all the bad people?"

"I wouldn't kill anyone! Killing is bad! If I killed people I'd be bad."

"What if they're really, really, really bad? Like, they eat babies for breakfast, lunch, and tea? Good babies!"

"You stop them from eating babies and make it impossible for them to ever eat babies again."

"How?"

"You figure out a way. Arrest them, until you can."

Michael decides not to get into another morality debate with Sadde. "There seriously needs to be more hybrids."

"Why?"

"Didn't I show you why on the way outside?"

"Miracles are faster."

"Some of them. Maurice couldn't keep up with me for long, or Evan."

"Anyway physical pro—prow—being physically better isn't that good. Robots are better for that."

"It is probably more fun than not being physically better, though."

"I don't find it that fun. Books are better."