On the plane, Araari brings up being incompetently threatened. “Two men stopped me yesterday. From Captain Walker. They wanted me to tell you that continuing on this path is dangerous. —They meant because of them, because they will hurt you if you continue, but I suspect they are not the most dangerous thing we will encounter if we continue.”
"It, um. --So I'm not great at magic? But I'm pretty sure it gives Nyarlathotep the option to make the person you say it to sick."
"Do you know if it needs, like, upkeep? Like, if you took the kid away from the spell, she might get better?"
"I don't know. Because I'm, um, not very good at magic?
You could look in our library."
"--Uh. There is probably something I should tell you?"
He looks like he is about to die.
"So, um. When I joined the Knights of Malta I kind of, um. Faked my CV?
Because I was like 'the occult, that's not real, it doesn't matter if I actually know anything about it' and um. There were some surprises."
"The fact that there is an ancient evil who has been striving to destroy humanity for thousands of years? And I had signed up to fight it? And not to go 'hm, yes, the Lesser Key of Solomon' with, err, bored rich people."
"So you joined under the impression that this wasn't true, and also you're the only Knight left who is trying to fight all this instead of performing various, uh, works of charity? How did you... end up in that position?"
"Uh, well, everyone else died, and I am good at, um, dodging. And running away.
He who fights and runs away lives to fight another day?" he says hopefully.
"That I, uh, do not... really... know... what I am talking about?"
HE IS GOING TO DIE.
"I mean, that is obviously false.
Or, at least, you know as much or more than we do about what's going on with the cult in Malta, regardless of whether you have a degree in witchcraft."
"I, um, spent ten years pretending to speak Latin until they, uh, assigned me to tea duty."