And it's stressing me out. You sealed them, which is why they don't say much anymore... Except that sometimes I'm back at the Battle for the Vatican - and I'm not watching Godhand Lowe. I am Godhand Lowe.

[He pauses and takes a good, long drag off of his cig, flicking the ash away as he brings it away from his lips.]

I'm probably being impertinent, but I can admit to being a tiny bit freaked if they're somehow eking into my mind.