Sleepy to the rescue (Daisie)

*The Lord of All Night's Dreaming appears, in a faintly baroque coat whose dark surface is filled with visions of flickering flames. He jabs a pale, accusatory finger at the altered human, snarling every word.*

You! Yvaine weeps, and it is in part your doing. Stupid, ignorant human! You complain that you cannot balance softness and strength, yet turn away she who has done so. You could have the answer you seek in your grasp, but you will not listen!

*Still glaring, he grows thoughtful. His voice is lower now, and thoughtful--almost as though he is speaking to himself.*

So. How shall you be made to atone?

I am not HUMAN.

*Novak's voice is just accusing, but besides that, it's bitter* I won't atone for it. I won't atone for something she brought upon herself. *He stops and regains control of his emotions, then begins again* I'm sorry, Daisie, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, it's just that *he pauses* you're stifling. You feel like a mother and that's a good thing, but it's not here. It's just that...no matter what you call it, it feels like pity. It may not be, and you may not MEAN it to be, but it feels like it and I don't like pity. It makes me feel weak, and I have enough of THAT already.

And Dream? I'll suffer no punishment for something that I didn't do. If Daisie wishes to help people - which is a wonderful thing to do - then she has to be prepared that some people don't /want/ help, some people don't /like/ help, and some people push away those who help them. It's not because I hate her; I think she's a wonderful star - I just don't want the help she's trying to provide.

And as for what I can balance..you have no idea what I'm trying to balance, and don't say you do. You know nothing about me or my kind.