It was my mother's generation who knew them. For me, they are only stories.

( Well. All but one. Her smile disappears. ) When I met the only one left, I was disappointed.

( That he'd been jealous of men, so embittered that he'd not been satisfied to have destroyed his own family. It hadn't been enough. And Diana still doesn't know whether she should hate him; or pity him instead.

Or if he even deserves either. )

Dragons! ( That changes her demeanor entirely, an almost childlike wonder replacing her darker mood. ) If pegasi and krakens and minotaurs can exist, then I'm not surprised that they could, too. Have you ever seen one?

( And then back to the topic at hand: ) It sounds like they used them to kill a great many people.