What an odd bundle of concepts— hallucinogens, here in the Horizon where reality is already entirely optional, for a Dreamer who can slip into her own unconscious mind and shape it whichever way she pleases, whenever she pleases... and all before the idea of selling souls. Kylo's head tilts slightly as he attempts to piece together the patchwork.

"Pointless," he agrees.

It isn't, of course. Sam's guests appear to be comforted by the performance of cooking and eating together, playing at easy companionship.

It must be pleasant, to be so easily soothed.

"But it seems to help them. Doesn't it."