[Suzerain of Sheol]

Dismounting from the motorcycle, Shealtiel wanders over to the comatose form of Lev, scrutinizing him. Speaking to Ruebella without glancing up, he says, "So, it flees before me. Do you think it fears contact with me? I admit, I do not know which of us would prevail if it came to that, but why must it? Surely this entity knows all manner of... insights. I would very much like the opportunity to meet it formally. Perhaps next time."

He finally glances over to the Babylonian psychic . "What have you gleaned from it so far? Are its thoughts even decipherable? I can't imagine such a creature thinks in patterns easily recognizable to humans."