Are they? Are they here for me? [A pointed question, and one he asked with raised eyebrow. Much of this seemed to be as equally for Starr as it was for Chilton, and he wasn't sure where that line divided -- if it did, at all. That was where Jesse Custer and Frederick Chilton departed; the former too easily bought into his glorious impact, and the latter knew a manipulator when he was stroked by one. But Chilton couldn't blame Starr for seeking influence and power through a vessel, there was unrealized benefit in being the man behind the curtain, so to speak.

Chilton's question, ultimately rhetorical, did not hold his attention for long. Chilton scanned the crowd, profiling each and every participant.]

You have experience in playing this game, Starr.

[And Chilton, in contrast, felt woefully unprepared.]

I will need to be taught. How to be an emblem of hope.