Pyrrha's giving out her name to stray soul mélanges, then. Not like it matters anymore; not like any of them still have control of anything at all, here. She didn't even live through the eras in which they were all most distant and divine.

Here, they're, what? Powerful squid among other powerful squid. The landscape is cluttered with ghosts and gods.

"Did she," he says. "I'll have to take that up with her later." It's a toothless threat. He's more interested in this kid squirming with something he isn't saying, anyway. "And what is it you think I can do?"