*laughs wildly* Always a choice, changeling child. Jason. That's the secret of the game. There is always a choice, though perhaps not a good one. But power flows to and fro, never too long in any one place, and the right words, the right actions, can change the course of its flow.

Call me by name to give you dreams, and I must give them. But I am still the maker, still the weaver, and I can choose how to give, how to win. And you may always refuse. If your will is strong enough.

If you are strong enough. *stares distantly* On a whim, power changes hands, you know? Taken and given at a moment's notice. Sometimes ... you have to surrender ...