His head cocked to the side. "Aside from the theme music, I'm fairly certain we have those already." There was a pause, his mind going the fables for a moment. "Maybe we're just a book too. Someone is reading about us right now - how would we know? The fables don't think they're from a book. That's our life." The thought was disturbing in a way he couldn't describe. The way that people read Javert's death for instance was almost an invasion of privacy.
Were people reading his thoughts as well then? Luther shook his head. "The line between fiction and reality is too thin these days." He sighed though, shaking his head. "I know."