Tiara: Heh. They wish. Kyte: Don't brush them off. Their patterns have snared those far more powerful than you. Tiara: Do you mean Felix? Kyte: Oh, have you met? Tiara: Eh, they probably built something into him when they made him. [Kyte gives a sharp laugh] Kyte: MADE him? Don't tell me you actually believe that bullshit. He was "made" the same way you were, girl.