Sextus pulls out a little vial of something violently purple from a hidden pocket, tips it into his mouth and swirls it around a bit before swallowing. His eyes take on a strange focus and he declares,
"Kala, sharpen my senses; remind me of your good judgement; let me see..."
Then he flinches, winces, and reflexively closes his eyes tightly, which seems to be quite alarming to his fellow Urizeni; the Sentinel moves to be ready to catch him in case he falls over, which is the closest physically any of them have come to each other.
"I'm fine, it's just - that is... I'm going to narrate aloud and expect one of you is less stupid than me..." he says with some effort.
Adolphus scrabbles to get his notebook and pencil ready to transcribe.
"Kiraavi does not match any of the forms of life previously witnessed, Eternal is closest but fundamentally incorrect. The rest of this is going to be unfortunately subjective. The radiance of his soul fills the entire claimed area and connects in a nonexistent direction - not as a regio portal, somehow further - to a great multitude of things impossibly distant. It is vast but has a shadow which could be cleared by a relevant anointing if anyone had a relevant anointing, the required spiritual force is incoherent to me, or... actions that reinforce its fundamental nature," he dictates a little breathlessly, but mostly with a clinical detachment.
Then his body calms a little, and he opens his eyes again.
"Also, I can't see. This is usually temporary but it is..." he sounds like he was building to express annoyance, but trails off, "it is what it is."