(dans l'ordre non chronologique de la poste ci-dessus.)
 KÉSAR
Dusk! Attendez! Vous ne pouvez pas me laisser ici!
Kaesar donne la chasse hors de la cabine pour attraper Dusk par l'épaule. Et Dusk se tourne vers lui.
Écoute, je sais que tu as beaucoup à demander, mais il faudra attendre. Je peux m'orienter beaucoup mieux vers les Perpétuels d'autres personnes qui ne font pas encore partie de notre groupe, si je suis décentment retiré des gens comme vous. Les gens aussi avec des Perpétuels dans leur esprit. J'espère que vous comprenez.
Soupirs de dusk.
Quand je reviendrai, je vous dirai tout ce que je sais actuellement. Mais n'élève pas tes attentes trop haut, car je ne sais pas beaucoup plus que toi-même.
A jeudi.
Kaesar maudit intérieurement. "Damn lui. Comment ose-t-il m'amener jusqu'ici dans ce trou à merde, et alors ne pas avoir la décence de m'emmener. Je ne l'aime pas avec cette façade puante d'innocence. C'est évidemment un acte. Il n'est pas si gentil. C'est pas vrai.
Fais des ALLIES.
Une voix comme une aiguille soudaine et intense, perçant la cognition de Kaesar à partir du grand vide.
"Hrmm? Tu dis quelque chose, Am?
La guirlande va bientôt s'évanouir. Prépare-toi.
Bientôt? Combien de temps parlons-nous? Je pense que je devrais connaître les autres personnes dans la cabine. Certains d'entre eux avaient l'air assez durs. Le mieux est de comprendre quels sont leurs pouvoirs.
Alors que Kaesar voyait Dusk s'évanouir au loin, il retourna lentement à la cabine. Il a vu Luci entrer avant lui. Kaesar ne connaissait pas grand-chose de lui. Ils étaient là depuis deux jours, mais ils n'ont jamais vraiment parlé. Pourquoi? Parce qu'il est un monstre. La façon dont il joue avec le métal est tout à fait bizarre. » Kaesar sait, en tout cas, qu'il n'est pas le genre de gars qu'il cherche.
En rentrant à l'intérieur, il a soudainement reçu une bouteille qui lui a été lancée. C'était Mirage... juste le gars qu'il cherchait! Kaesar n'a réussi qu'à peine à attraper la bouteille – les matchs de basket-ball qu'il a joué autrefois semblent aujourd'hui être payants. Immédiatement ennuyé, Kaesar siffle sur lui. C'est là qu'il faut s'y prendre.
Puis, regardant vers le haut la stature assez imposante de Mirage, il procède à forcer un sourire pour se former sur sa lèvre. C'est sûrement mieux de rester de son bon côté.
Merci mon pote, il ouvre la bouteille et prend une gorgée de son contenu rafraîchissant. Je dois faire une bonne première impression. Il fait alors un sourire poli à Kasey, et tente de faire de même avec Horus, sauf qu'il semble un peu... inappropriable. Et généralement flippant et extrêmement nerveux. Ergo, pas de vrai guerrier.
-- Oui, et maintenant? Mirage parle.
Ah, c'est ça. Le seul qui semble compétent.
Réponses de Kaesar. «Je suis curieux d'apprendre ce que sont tous vos pouvoirs. Mais je n'ai pas encore demandé de démonstrations. Ça pourrait avoir des conséquences imprévisibles, je crois. Alors j'irai d'abord.
Ma capacité? Je peux tirer des lazers de mes yeux. Pas de blague. C'est pourquoi je dois porter des lunettes de soleil. C'est un sérieux problème. Déjà tué quelques personnes par accident. 
Kaesar brouille ces mots avec le sourire le plus large tout en tapant les lunettes sombres perchées dans son nez. Il ment – ce n'est pas sa vraie puissance. Il ne fait pas confiance à ces gens pour connaître ses capacités réelles. Qui peut dire si l'un d'eux se révélera être son ennemi un jour?
Kaesar va regarder autour du groupe. Et vous tous?
... quelques heures plus tard, en supposant que Pup n'ait pas mis le feu à la cabine...
La nuit tombe – et avec elle un présage d'obscurité. Le plus observant et prudent parmi nous pourrait être en mesure de faire ressortir des bruits faibles venant d'au-delà des buissons immédiats...
I am perpetual.What are you?
''Carl or Karel Pääsuke''
Is that your name? To stay out of harms way you will thenceforth go by a new one. What will it be?
''Dusk''
For how long have you so far lived?
''Nineteen years, a bit more.''
I cannot yet perceive your world. Describe to me your own manifestation.
''I have skin and eyes and teeth and ears and a nose. For some reason I like to point this out specifically -- a voice like you, but tied to a body. My eyes are hazel, my hair oaken brown. I'm lean and about average height, maybe an inch or so taller, not by much. I have a scar across my lip, at the right. (don't ask.) I have a thin jawline with what one would probably refer to as 'softer' features, which may seem contradictory if you've ever seen me get... passionate over something.
I generally dress in, well, whatever I can find. I'm rather fond of tie-dye and converse shoes. I like bright colours, though admittedly, they do draw people's attention to me, which I don't need. Still, I can't help myself. Often my shoes don't match as I am on the run and have little time to care about how I look. And in these colder climates, I make certain to use many layers of clothing. You really have to just learn to wear what you find. I also tend to have writing all over my arms. When I need to remember something, I don't bother with notepads. You can lose a notepad easily, but you can't lose an arm... Well, at least you can't lose it easily.'' 
You sensed the power awakening. What is it?
''I am a telepath and a mindwalker. I can go into people's minds when they get to a close enough range and see their thoughts, memories, even manipulate them. This all depends on the person's will and if they know what I'm doing. I can read minds, though, but I try to control that. I get bits and pieces sometimes, but I can supress it, choose not to hear. I try to do this as much as possible, but it gets hard to control sometimes. And occasionally, I'll slip into someone else's dream unintentionally. It can get difficult to sort out reality from dreaming sometimes.
Another problem I have is sometimes... I just hear things. I don't mean to. When I was younger, I remember I heard thoughts all the time and I couldn't control it. Just a flood of minds, of useless information. It got to the point where I thought about ending it just to stop it all. But I did eventually learn to control it. Open minds no longer plague me, I can close them off. But closed minds... those are the mysteries, the ones I actually have difficulty reaching. I can't help from trying sometimes. Sue me, I get curious.
My manipulation may be a bit unnerving to some, as if I caught you off guard and my energy was high, I might be able to force you to kill yourself. I never would, though. Never. This is a hard thing to force someone to do, though. Unless they want to die.
Dreams sometimes change at my will, but only other people's. And I can't always help it. It's not like I mean to go messing about in people's heads, it just happens sometimes. Especially if I'm asleep, when my guard is down. That's why I try to stay out of range of people at night. You never know.''
What do you think I am?
''I don’t know. But you are certainly as inquisitive about me as I am about you. I suppose we have that much in common. I tried pressing you for answers, but you won’t give away much. Stubborn, huh?''

Where upon this world did you initially dwell?
''Does it matter?''
Not anymore.
Why did you go out and seek this lost tribe at the word of a perpetual entity as myself?
''You told me to, and I knew someone had to do it. I believe I have this ability for a reason… To draw out people like me. To protect them. Unknown powers are at work.''
Would there be something you wish me to hear; speak it now.
''Forgive Aries, for he knows not what he says.''
That is all.


    
The voice in my head has some questions about you. No, I am not crazy.
‘’Whatever you say, chap.’’
What is your real name?
 ‘’Yoan Ognyanov. Can you pronounce that?’’
Make sure no one learns it. So, have you thought of a good alias for yourself?
 ‘’I was thinking Rex… No.. Caesar! Yes, call me Caesar. ‘C’ pronounced like a K. like Kaiser. So.. You know what; just write it like ‘Kaeser’ yes? Saves everyone the confusion.’’
How old are you, anyway? 
 ‘’Twenty-two.’’
How would you describe your own appearance? Height, hair, clothes, whatever.
 ‘’A bit moderately built. Pretty athletic, I like sports. I remember being tanned but since I don’t see much sun anymore – am getting pretty pale. Darkbrown hair, pronounced cheekbones in my face, also stubbles because I often forget to shave. I keep my hair short, but you won’t see it I reckon, ‘cuz I mostly wear a beanie.
Clothes I wear are sturdy, dark leather boots and trousers with a bomber jacket. Also got gloves to beat someone’s head in, just in case. Also, because of my ability I need to wear sunglasses pretty much all the time. No, it's not to look cool and hardcore, nor is it a fashion statement. Trust me.’’ 
Recently all of us are afflicted with these impossibly unreal abilities. Like Mystics. What is your ability?
 ‘’It’s weird but it seems I can hypnotize people or something? Not sure if that’s how you call it, but it seems I can rouse up a group of people into lynching someone if I really wanted to. Granted; this probably won’t work on people that also have these… voices in their heads, or whatever. I seem to have a pretty good grasp on other people.
Being cool and stoic is always just a façade by people that think they’re coldblooded badasses. I can break the façade and put those faggots in their place if I wanted to. Not just people but even animals can sense my anger and be affected by it.
But that is just how I can affect people that are within a certain radius around me. I also have a stronger form of this power. The power to almost brainwash someone when that person looks me in the eyes. I do not have full power over what happens to the person, but they are often paralyzed when I do this. Just look me in the eyes and know fear! Fucking delicious. I wish people did it more often. And then I will be able to use my killer line:
‘’What, your mom never taught you not to make eye contact with FERAL BEASTS?’’
 Har har har! Badass.
Anyway. To avoid this happening to allies I need to wear sunglasses, ye?’’
What is your voice like? Has he told you anything aside to search for Elvarren?
 ‘’He’s a cunt.
Well; he/it seems to look out for me. Calls me ‘Offspring of tyrants’, whatever that means. Feeds my ego occasionally, tells me to assert my dominance and carve out my own territory. Probably doesn’t understand we’re living in the 21th century. At best maybe if I travel to Canada I can come across some Indians and convince them to worship me as some shamanic messenger of god. I think I got that idea from some movie though. Is that what the Voice wants? Sounds cool enough.
I call him ‘Am’, because he never finished his line.’’ 
‘’I am.’’
‘’Am what?’’
‘’Am.’’
‘’Okay.’’
Where did you come from, and how long have you been looking for Elvarren?
 ‘’Originally from Bulgaria. Moved to the US when I was very young. As for ‘looking’? You know, I’ve always had the feeling I had to find something, but I never knew what that was. Maybe it was Elvarren? I kept hearing that word, no idea where I heard it from originally. Seems painfully familiar though..’’
How did you end up here?
 ‘’I’m following you, Dusk. You fished me out of the crowd, remember? First time seeing someone with the same powers. There are probably some things you can teach me. Also, I have some unfinished business with that girl traveling with you.’’
Anything else you want to get off your chest?
 ‘’You better tell me everything that you know. I only agreed to follow you because I came looking for answers.’’
It is good to meet you, friend. You’ll be safe here – for the time being…
 ‘’Hrm. I was fine on my own…’’