[Suzerain of Sheol]

Softly, almost sorrowfully, Shealtiel says to Jeanne, "We do not live in a world at peace, my dear. As desperately as our kind clings to its more civilized past, ours are fraught lives, our ethos the frenzy of survival. You need only looked to your hallowed Saints: warriors, one and all, whatever else they may be. Or look to our own Lion; is he not a mirror for the human zeitgeist?"

Letting out a long sigh, he pushes himself up from the table. "Regardless," he says, "I believe we have been left behind."