((Sorry about the 'novel', folks!)<br/><br/>Dreamer faced Caleb, his gray-eyed expression neutral except for one raised eyebrow.  The room was divided, he could see that now, tough he wasn't sure just how even or lopsided the split was.  Several of the humans were sidling in behind Geena and Arden, but others were moving to stand with Caleb.  A lot of others were just splitting off overall, not taking sides, or at least not yet.  Dreamer noted, unhappily, that most of the firearms were on Caleb's side... it would make sense that Lanner had let the people with the same mindset as his have the better weapons.<br/><br/>He hadn't thought causing a civil war between the humans was even a remote possibility, at first when Kitten had suggested it, but now he wondered.  Many of Shark's subordinates followed him out of fear... the rest did so out of blind blood-lust.  But so many humans had been happy under the Blotar rule... they'd known how well they were being treated here, as opposed to all the other lands...<br/><br/>"Hmm.  There are a lot of things I could call proof," he said quietly, but it was more to distract the humans as he quietly lowered Maeve backward off his shoulder.  She found herself standing behind him.  He lowered his hand to his waist and pointed vaguely at the gun at the small of his back, hoping she would take the hint.  She was armored... he wanted her armed, also.  There was no knowing what would happen now.<br/><br/>Dreamer hadn't seen Shark from up close, only from a distance.  He'd heard the man's booming voice and he'd seen his scars, most notably the symbol on his head.  The ears hanging around his neck hadn't been pretty, either... but none of those looked very "holy."  Dreamer would more likely term it "evil."<br/><br/>It was time, he decided, to show his true colors... to show his true self.<br/><br/>"A lot of things, Caleb," he repeated.  He held up the SMG, pointed not at Caleb but at the closest of the pro-Shark, firearm-equipped humans.  "But I won't bother.  He's not holy... he's just a bloodthirsty tyrant.  And I -don't- serve him, and never will.  If anything, I'm going to -kill- him for how badly he's ruined all of this."  He bared his teeth.  "You're right, though, Caleb; I'm not human anymore.  Mostly, but not completely.  But no gods did this to me... it was humans, a long time ago.  I -was- meant to infiltrate the furs, and to slaughter them, but that changed.  I want equality between our races, not domination of one by the other."<br/><br/>He glared at Caleb.  "What was this 'power of the gods' you saw, Caleb?  A light show?  Maybe Shark used impossible strength to lift boulders?  Maybe he threw beams of light that killed those they touched?  Maybe he performed some kind of miraculous healing."  Dreamer jabbed a thumb at himself.  "I can do that, also.  In fact I've done it, you know I have.  It's not magic, it's technology.  You all know I almost died to save a child; human or fur, I would've done it regardless.  You know I survived something I shouldn't have, and now you've seen me do it again."  He tapped his chest.  "Many of you have seen my strength."<br/><br/>He glared around the room, mostly at the "neutral" humans and the Shark-faction.  His gray eyes were like steel now.  "Aren't you -ashamed- of yourselves?!  Did you -really- want Lanner to do that to Maeve?!  You -know- how well she treated all of you!  You -know- how close we humans were to freedom already, here in House Blotar's lands!  And now Shark has screwed it all up!"<br/><br/>He reached to his waist with his right arm.  He drew the knife out of the sheath there, and the humans had a moment to see a strange, triangular blade of greenish metal... before it started to hum and glow, miniature green lightning bolts crackling over its blade.<br/><br/>"Make your decision, Caleb, and all of those with you!  Are you with humanity, fighting for freedom and equality, or are you with Shark, fighting just for the sake of killing!?"