Jerry shook his head. "I don’t know exactly what Leo’s done, or how he’s done it or who helped him—he doesn’t tell me, for good and ample operational reasons, and I don’t want to learn. But I know why. I know why Leo does what he does, and I know why the prospect of action fascinates him. You see, it’s not just one spasmodic passing horror in a small locality, like a spike is. The modern world of global strategic politics and economics, that’s Leo’s world, and it’s eight billion people who’ve lost all control over their destiny, and are gnawing the planet down to the bone. It’s our civilization, turned into an endless world-eating horror, just like the F-6 itself may well turn out to be. And Leo, he lives inside that, and feeds it energy, and tries to bend it to his will. He’d very much like me to join him in there, you know. To help him maneuver the chaos, by whatever means necessary. And I can understand my brother. I can sympathize. My brother and I, we have a similar affliction. We understand one another, as few people ever do."