He's Destiny, Eddie. He is knowing. It's all in the Book. Anything I have or haven't done, he already knows. [And, it should go without saying, anything anyone else has or hasn't done. But she leaves him to figure that out on his own.] That's how we work, because it's what we are. [And then she's sitting sideways, cross-legged on the cushions, facing him, eyes a bit dark, resting her forearms on her thighs as she leans in just a little. She never quite tried to explain it to him before, but now with her brother here...] Destiny knows every tiny blink of your eye, not because he's a watcher, but because he is that knowing of the things that happen. Dream knows your dreams not because he creates them, but because he is them. They are him and he is them. Despair doesn't just know how to make you sad, she's the actual thing that hooks into you and pulls you down. Desire doesn't just make people fall in love like some sort of cupid, it is the feeling that lodges in you and makes you need something. Delirium... she doesn't just know how to drive people mad, she is that madness. Even Destruction, before he left. He didn't just make people break things. We form the universe because that's what we are.