[lyctoral texts, huh. that's certainly an important-sounding word. it's a shame he doesn't know what they say, because, well. odds are she'd understand them better than he would, right? still, though, as he goes into the breakdown, she has to admit there's a certain sense to it. she nods along.]

Well, Warden Sextus, I think it makes a lot of sense why you're called that. I mean, if you're protecting these things from right after the Resurrection, they're obviously pretty important to the empire, right? And—allegedly, at least, don't get me fuckin' started—but you lock stuff up in prisons if it's a danger to society. Right?

[she sips her beer like she's just caught a canary. which is a mixed metaphor but the point is she's smug about it.]

Sounds to me like if any of this stuff got out there, it could cause the whole solar system that our beloved Emperor took for his own to crash down around him. Someone like you could do some serious damage if he wanted to.