"I... know what it's like to be terrified, Poly. Because I think I have been, these last few days. This is going to sound weird, but... everything's just been so great for me. In just a couple of weeks I've gone from stocking shelves to money, celebrity, political power, and beautiful women who love me, that I love. There's danger, too, but... you know how I react to danger, by now, I think. And it feels like all I needed to do was just... be myself. It all came too easily, and I think... that makes me feel like it could go too easily, too. Like one day the universe will blink and look at me properly and go "woah Zack, you shouldn't have all this" and take it away. I haven't done enough to deserve it all. I'm sure there are people who don't think I have, and that makes me think of respect, too. I think... in the back of my head somewhere, I wonder how much I'm respected. Even... even by you, and Meg, and Bika and GG. I know you all love me, but sometimes I find myself wondering do you love me like a boyfriend, like a man, or as... as like, a, a pet or something. It's stupid. But since I lost my own home I feel like I've been living off you all and there've been so many days that I do nothing but eat and sleep and spend time being with you all playing around and being happy, and I love it, don't get me wrong, but that's what a pet does, Poly. So... I've been thinking, about why I've been acting so crazy lately, sometimes fearful sometimes pushy, and I think maybe that's it. I've been afraid of losing all this, and trying to hold on to it, but at the same time I've felt this need to do something, something big and important, something that would prove to myself and to everyone else that I should have everything that I do."

"I know you want to keep you past hidden, Poly. I respect it, though I think I feel that respect question poke me in the back again, that you think how much I love you would take a dive that easily. But then... it wasn't about you, Poly. That one dream. I don't see how it had anything to do with you, what I saw. But what it did show me... I think it's something no-one else knows, not for sure, something important, maybe vital, and I just kept thinking that I had to find someone to tell about it, someone who could use it, to stop maybe some terrible things from going on and I needed your permission and to back me up that the dreams were real, and... I pushed you for it. I told myself all those things but I think, behind all those reasons, I felt like I needed it to. That this dream thing was special, just between you and me, and if something important came out of it then it would mean I was important, too, that it would mean I needed to have gotten all the great things, and the great people, that I have now. So I pushed. I'm sorry."