TAGON: Are you going to come around to your point soon? My crew and I have a cleanup we're supposed to be getting far away from.
DAGGERMOTHER: Oh... I have shed my habitual candor. That proves this matter disturbs me on a deep level.
TAGON: So, no point yet?
DAGGERMOTHER: I am glanding more neuro-transmitters. Epiphanies in self-knowledge are quite disruptive.