"Well, one such instance is Fulgati Psychopomps. They attack civilizations that they believe have gone on too long, and almost everyone just … reflexively forgets them once the Fulgati isn't right there anymore, because Fulgatis are too horrifying to think about. They typically conclude it was just a natural disaster."
"Well, that's terrible. Not worse than Hell, but terrible. Irret, would you say the Upper Planes know how to deal with Fulgati stuff?"
"They're also just really hard to fight, but the forgetting thing yes? We have people who are resistant to that kind of fear and we know to listen to them."
"So there's another thing that isn't Fulgati and isn't Abyssal and isn't devils and isn't seal-scrambled information."
"Well, there's actually a lot of infohazards depending on how broad you get? There's snakes which hide in text, some of which are magically created usually to attack an unlucky 'reader', and that's fairly representative."
"You must realize that your pattern of question-non-answering is a terrible way to avoid leaking information, right?"
Before the sentence "So why are you doing it!?" makes its way to Keltham's mouth, he has a hypothesis. He does not like the hypothesis.
"Are we being observed."
"By the Goddess of Good Tools, Aiyuna, and the people in this room, probably. By anything else … We are effectively betting a lot of lives on 'no', and we don't do that recklessly. We're under deity-level wards."
"Were all the secrecy oaths you hold yourself to, which may be the empty set, phrased non-stupidly?"