After Cam's magic but still basically human boyfriend has fallen asleep and Cam finds he is not tired enough to do the same, Cam goes downstairs.
"I think they know. The point is, I have no idea how to explain it to a four-year-old. And it matters."
"The kid's from another Arda. It has the magic gods too. They might be able to bring back the dead people but we have no idea what they'll do to Cam."
"They kept Melkor locked up in 'the Void' alone for 3000 years. I don't know if there was a trial first. I don't know if they could take the powers away."
"Nope. But if you're giving him a hard time because you think he's not having enough of one, you could. Stop."
"I'm not carefully calibrating how hard of a time he should be having, why would anyone do that."
"What were you hoping to get out of sending him messages about children crying over a million grains of rice?"
"I came out here to talk to Michael, but I guess I can flag him down -" and he sends an airplane after the broom.
It takes the airplane a while to catch up with him. When he notices it, though, he turns around and circles back to the ground.
"Hi," Timothy says to Maitimo. "I have a list with all of their names and faces, if you want that instead of making things up."
"I object to telling people half the story. You bring it up at all, they get the whole damn picture."
"Cam's sad anyway, I object to people rubbing salt in it because they're curious what excruciating facial expression he'll make this time."
"Yeah. Our alts helped, Michael. My alt helped and he grew up there and he knew them and I think he really would rather have handed himself over to Morgoth for eternal torture but - but he wasn't prepared to hand billions of people over to that, and neither was yours, and neither was Dad's - they were there, and they're us, so it's exactly what you would have done in their place -"