"More evidence towards this Realm being pretty different. If a creator exists, he doesn't necessarily make himself... incontrovertibly obvious."

"Which is not behavior I would expect from a Lord of my kind."

"Most people who think he exists would find it... more comfortable if he was not the same kind of Lord as your kind. Not that that's evidence he isn't. Or that he exists."

"That seems strange to me, that different truths would be different comfortable. Truth is a form of beauty, and beauty is paramount."

"--I can't really fault that philosophy, even if most people don't follow it."

"Do you know why?"

"Some people care about beauty, some care about truth, but it's not universal. And that's not getting into the disagreements about what either of those things mean."

"The disagreements might be interesting. I do not often get to talk to other Lords about art."

"I could have a go at explaining them, but I am really not an expert. There are people who arguing about this stuff is their job."

"I'd like to meet some of those someday, then."

"That could maybe be organised."

Smile. "Good."

"Here's hoping we don't cause a diplomatic incident that stops that from going ahead."

"I will try to avoid that."

And, shortly thereafter, there's a knock on the door.

"Hello?"

A secretary opens it. "Miss Manfredi, Miss Arrington, and - Mister or Miss Tyrant?"

"That's us, yes."

"If you'd come with me, please."

She stands up and follows them.

Tyrant never sat; ze comes along.

Lianne follows, too.

And the secretary leads them out to a car.