"I wish that dearly to be the case, though no prayer to them has been answered. And...The Brain of Mensis is in no shape to be granting such. The one Adia contacted. Though the method seems roundabout?" Micolash crooks a finger to pluck at one of his iron bars next to the right side of his head.

"A Nightmare constructed by myself, a brief corridor that reaches back to the Frontier. A...signal may have fired, my mind and eyes alerting the Brain to my whereabouts and drew it towards us. Or it could have all been...a figment. A fragment. A residual presence from my mind after...communing with the Brain as...extensively as I have." That word seemed to have been selected mindfully: 'extensively'. The situational context of this communion was an unfortunate one.

"Does it concern you? To think the Great Ones are among us? It is a cause for rejoicing if They were, I assure you."