On the day the Greater Good showed up, we were just standing around tapping our feet, thinking about what to do next. But it soon grew weary, and demanded action (and an omelet), and it did so in such an inelegant way that spittle rained down on our faces. Some of us resisted, afraid of the coming bloodshed. We wanted to use our heads and hearts. But others began to sharpen their blades. The Greater Good knows all about heads and blades. Some say the Greater Good is nothing but your average vampire. I doubt that, otherwise it would shrivel in daylight.