Maggie: Burning juice and using rhyme, to speed our mind and buy some time.
So think swiftly, all. The link quickly falls.
Marie Lavraie: There ah too many to Predict! You see how cloudy it is?
Jack Snipe: Phantoms of choice and opportunity. Yes, they do form clouds.
Jack: And they interfere, like ripples on a pond.
Jack: The tracks and tricks, the endings and continuations. Each life, each choice, each projectile hit or miss.
Marie: This is Predictamoncy.
Jack: It resembles Mathamancy.
Jack: Look, some lives are in bubbles...
Marie: Yes. Fate cares for them.
Marie: Others, we con't truly Predict for.
Jack: "Oh, but we can! We'll light up the veiled enemies, of course.
But throw our targets not on those units but upon the clouds, where lucky numbers gather."
Jack: And where great danger abounds...
Maggie: The dancers... get down?
Jack: Yes. And where chance forms a trough...
Marie: The doncers step off!
Jack: "She moves them to the grooves."