But that was the nature of dreams, and of Morpheus. Without belief, and hope... what the hell was a dream, anyway? He was downright naive about some things, far from set in his ways (unless you counted his predilection for a specific cocktail and certain favorite activities), and always looking for things to surprise him.
"That's what they do," he said. He thought then about not just Nanshe, but the various women--and goddesses--he'd loved over the years. Mak's face slid to the surface, but soon she was replaced with Nanshe. "They save us. Like it's their job."