"Old rats, fleeing their poisoned nests. These things cannot be helped, cycles. Our concern is their disruptiveness at this moment."
"For God shall bring every work into judgment, with every secret thing, whether it be good, or whether it be evil," the Boy answers, arms folded, predatory gaze. His jaw and right cheek show the scars of longer ages than the eyes reveal, deep cuts from long broken bones.
"Ecclesiastes 12:14. King James."
"You know the Word."
"I know many."
"Every work, not simply those we are asked to witness."
"Only God is good."
The Boy smiles, gap toothed, dark.