"We do not know their names. If you know their names you can summon them and-- St. Frumentius wished us not to experience temptation. On such matters."

Nod. "That makes sense."

Oh dear. "We apologize if we've accidentally broken a rule by telling you."

Smile. "I do not find myself the slightest bit tempted to summon a demon."

Weak smile back.

"And from what you tell me the cause is quite lost already."

"We know that they are harvesting the - drool, they call it nectar, from the mouths, and selling it as a drug. We're not sure what all of the effects of it are, but apparently it's getting quite popular. We know that the Mexico City team is attempting to record the - songs, that the mouths sing, in an attempt to control people with their music. We suspect that may have been part of what happened to our friend, the combination of the drugs and the music, with no way to escape from either."

She grimaces. "Seems like a demonic parody of the Mass and the Eucharist. Of course I knew they would-- But it is still... troubling, to see them so desecrated."

"Yes. And we know that they perform human sacrifices. Feeding people to the mouths. I think - not just eaten, I think they torture them first. I think it must - feed on pain, or something."

Wow it feels really good to get to say all of this actually.

It doesn't actually seem that Eucharist-like but that's not quite the point. "Or they just like torturing people, I wouldn't put it past Trammel."

She inclines her head. "A sick inversion of the sacrifice of Our Lord."

Lev is visibly skeptical as he translates.

It is unclear how much of this is the deeply held Jewish atheist feeling that the Christians should not turn out to be right about ANYTHING.

"Also possible. But - I dunno, the way they had all of those knives specifically in the room with the mouth - and you remember that the movie producer in the basement suggested that I had lit my arms on fire as a sacrifice, when he thought I was one of them - "

"The Nectar in Bangkok, the men ripping each other apart. He wanted that." He's talking more to Anemone than Berhane.

"Yes. I think that they - I think the pain and the violence are somehow integral to their concept of worship."

Quietly: "Ramon and Samson and--" He stops. "They did like hitting me."

Ahahahahah let's not do any more horrible self-analysis today.

Mordred is absolutely not commenting on that! "It didn't appear particularly mass-like, not that I've gone to many masses."

"But there was that - one of the books that I read, one of the books that they had, it was about a group of Catholic priests who had been - it certainly seemed that they had somehow been in contact with the Mouth, and become more violent towards the Indians that the Spanish were conquering as a result - I'm not sure if it's connected, really, but it seemed like something to keep in mind, that perhaps the Mouth has infiltrated Christian orders before - "

Why do they keep bringing up uncomfortable true things. Anemone he thought your job was the opposite of that.

She grimaces. "St. Frumentius was wise to forbid us from knowing the names of demons."

"Yes. Yes, I think he was."

"I-- can touch holy water? Or your rosaries. It seems that those who worship demons should have trouble touching the things of God."

Oswald continues to have the rosary. He can offer it to her.

Berhane can hold it easily and without pain.

Berhane seems to sincerely believe everything she's telling them. In fact, she seems so earnest that it is hard to imagine her being a member of a cult at all. It is like imagining a puppy as a cult member.