[Suzerain of Sheol]

Moving to follow her with a still-surprising energy in his steps, Shealtiel says from behind her, "Speaking of theatrics, my dear, is this really necessary? Who, exactly, are you trying to impress? You're skilled, prodigious even, but if you set out alone... you can't actually believe you would survive long, can you? I know the Whore casts a spell over Babylon that swells the ego of everyone living there -- likely some kind of empathetic psychic bleeding, if we want to be academic about it -- but this is really quite absurd." He admits, inwardly, that an hour ago, he would not have spoken such words, but the energy filling him makes him bold.