Lysithea stares. "There's only one other..."

"Yes. There is."

"You're being stupid," she says, but she's smiling.

"Got to find my third plot somewhere, don't I? And I'm not that worried. Even if she does catch on. Doubt any of it will push her to do anything she didn't want an excuse for."

"That's- you know what? I'm not saying. That thought belongs firmly in my head and nowhere else."

"Mmm. Why do you think unveiled society is a mess about rule of law and all that rot?"

Thea rolls her shoulders to regain a little equilibrium.

"My guess is it's the personal power making too many individual people above any law not imposed by a god or a witchy demigod."

"Probably. I kinda want to find Mimi Machiavelli or Wulong Mozi out there somewhere."

"Vanir Jesus in Alfheimr."

"Lamia Robespierre."

"Ifrit Jeremy Bentham."

"Changeling Muhammad."

"...Oh, that one's just weird."

"I think that means I win."

"Sure," she says dismissively, but hiding a grin, "See you around, Basia."

"Anytime."