[Suzerain of Sheol]

Sitting himself up amid creaking, aching bones, Shealtiel speaks. "The Seven Churches are indeed safe from most threats in our new world, but they aren't without peril themselves." He pauses for a moment to rolls his shoulders, rubbing vigorously at the back of his neck. "I'm personally convinced that each of the Chruches' leader is insane, in his own way. Regardless, it would be a matter of decidedly which particular insanity is the least threatening to us."

He stands up slowly, flexing his legs as best he can to get feeling back into them. "I also somehow doubt that our Babylonian princess is fond of the idea of seeking sanctuary." Turning to Michael, he adds, "While, yes, it is conceivable that the Rephaim will continue the attack, I don't that very likely. They're hardly fools, and if Typasius was anything but empty bravado back there, he should have wounded it enough to make it reconsider taking the city."

He looks then over the blind bounty hunter and his mark. "As for the two of you, with your ignorant disdain, think on this: the Saint gave up his life -- an otherwise eternal life -- so that the likes of you could find safety in Corinth. As I've said before, I've revised my estimation of the man. We should count ourselves lucky it was Acacias, and not him, who came to arrest the lot of you."