[Suzerain of Sheol]

Shealtiel considers Dante's words for some time. Eventually, he replies, "I somehow doubt you'll find Typasius there. Though, where the souls of Saints in fact go, given the nature of their second deaths, is a matter of some debate. And without a cold-handed judge upon the heavenly throne, I doubt it works the way it used to, anyway. I've never met the soul of the Saint, so I doubt they end up in Sheol." Once again he gets the impression that Dante isn't listening to him as he rambles on.

As the man raises the seat of the bike and begins searching, with a growing look of agitation, Shealtiel tells him, "I think I'll spare you my musings on the nature of justice," with the merest suggestion of a smile.