Dreamer was as shocked as everyone else when Maeve revealed the fate of Caleb's daughter.  He'd been listening to the screaming match, his body tensing more and more as he saw the direction things were going.  When Caleb drew near, Dreamer had to fight his own urge to kill the man... somehow, he knew that he, himself, no longer mattered.  This had to be resolved between Caleb and Maeve alone, one way or the other.<br/><br/>And then Maeve told the story of Caleb's daughter.  Dreamer saw the sudden pain and despair appear in the man's eyes, and witnessed the most physical reaction to grief of his life.  He felt his own face soften, his mouth hanging open, and he felt shame.  He'd been viewing Caleb as just another enemy... just another mindless, soulless killer.  He'd had no clue as to the true reason behind Caleb's rage, and he hadn't cared.<br/><br/>"Caleb, I'm sorry," he said, softly.  "I truly am.  I didn't understand."  He turned his head and looked at the hand on his shoulder.  Delicate, gentle... he knew better than to doubt Maeve's words.  She was telling the truth.  "All right, Maeve," he said, softly.  He turned to face the room.  "No more killing, everyone.  Just let us leave, and we'll let you do whatever you want.  Fight for vengeance.  Fight for freedom.  Fight for fun, for all I care.  We can't make the decision for you... for anyone.  You have to decide for yourselves whether you want equality or domination."  He gave Caleb a look devoid of emotion.  Anger would be pointless, and pity could be considered an insult.  "All of you."<br/><br/>Quietly he started forward, Maeve keeping her hand on his shoulder.  He kept between her and the non-merciful side of the room, shielding her still from any gunshots, and he trusted that the humans on Geena and Arden's side would let them through.  All that remained now was to see if these humans would forgive Maeve or insist on trying to extract vengeance.