They do not wish for any magic at all, that is why there is war.

[Why her mother is dead for carrying a glittering child, why Fela had lived in fear, and why Mahalia was kept in the North; their entire family spread apart by the devastation.]

And dreams are hope in war, we take them with us wherever we travel. Some welcome us. [She shrugs, the others would Preventors, and there was little they liked to kill more than a Bohrre-na, because it still the peoples' hope.] We are chosen of the sonando, to others it is only a drug, and they consume it until all else is gone.