"Ah," says Justice. "Hm. Your time on the peninsula has... tainted your physicality. But still. You are not like they. Your mind, it thinks still upon mortal pathways, yes? You have no desire to supplicate yourself to that which itself desires the annihilation of all?"

A pause. "If the man Leonardo da Vinci were still in ambit, I would ask you to ask him. But he is trapped in the prison of his own mind."