Sasha: "Uhhh...what?"

Lumnar: "I am, the majority of the time, an incorporeal spirit. When I am not, Sasha creates my material form based on her own imagination, power, and presumptions...as limited as those may be. In the brief moment in transition, I am more akin to a entity of non-physical light. Therefore, as Sasha has never once considered taste in evolving a living body into reality, I am almost assuredly disgusting or tasteless whenever I am not unable to be tasted at all. Sasha...well, you've likely seen where many of her timelines end up. The answer is obvious."

Sasha: "I'm lost. What... Huh?"

Maven: Obviously Sasha. Though if you had a capacity and taste for souls, it's a question of which flavor you like more: innocence and goodness, or power and a grand history.

Hel: "What mask? That's my real face! ...what, doesn't your real face come off?"

"...okay, fiiiiiine. Here's the deal: things say a lot more when you choose them yourself, right? Like, many folks choose new names when they know more about who they are. Tons of folk choose new styles or clothes to show off themselves, too. Some find new words that better show their sexuality, or their gender, or anything! So why not choose your own faces?"

"The face under here? It couldn't launch a thousand ships. The face I wear, though? I can intrigue, I can tease, I can be whatever I want! And I'm Helena Troi, so I'll give anyone Hel! Now, isn't that the face that really matters?"