"No one specific.... fate forms around certain people, most often to fill a need, to fill a void.... it's like a cave man grabing a rock for a tool. It's not always that that particular rock was that special... but it was close at hand and shaped close enough to do the job. Suddenly, this simple rock finds itself lashed to a stick and turned into a weapon. Or it is shoved into a gap where it holds back a river. Fate can be fought, but there's always a price. " A thoughtful look at that, "Indeed, for those of my house ..well, we move on. Now, August. I am curious on how you think you're going to get a Modernist House's support on this. We like the Liam, we do. Of all the Houses you are the only one that strives for the Autumn Way when you can... besides my own. In our case it was a refusal to flee... in your people's case it was your profound love for mortals. But Liam insists on playing the game of crowns, an outdated dogma to be sure by my reckoning. Why would we elevate a banner house that might just become another cog in a machine that should have been replaced years ago?"