The skin at the back of his neck prickles; he sets his knife down in the bowl and turns to face her, drying his hands on a cloth. "I got some of the basics from Crow. What he considered to be critical information, no doubt. I know that in many worlds, after Shido we face a godlike entity called Yaldabaoth, who is the one I've known as Igor to date, and who gave both me and one other our Personas."

A humourless grin touches the corners of his mouth. "So, you know. Your average week, by the sound of it. A piece of cake."