[ Those with great power are rare enough in Aslan's world. The trees and rivers, though inhabited by spirits, do not weird the power a being such as himself does. There are the Jinn, of course, the kin of the White Witch and other methods of foul sorcery, but they are not human and never have been.

Aslan listens to Lancer's words and, in answer, smiles faintly. ]

Those of us who live outside of time often occupy similar roles in the life and balance of our worlds.

[ More direct parallels are few and far between, but he knows of at least one.

Lancer is right, however, in assuming he is not the sort of creature to feel guilt like a man. He has never been one, and for all that his appearance can change, he will always be something more. ]

I cannot say we are the same, but we would know one another if we met.