I've heard a Finbar Wrong soliloquy about an angel's beautiful butterfly wings, and something about a massive discharge of magic over Dublin with an accompanying cracked road. What the bloody hell do you know, Pleasant?

[As always, Corrival starts out strong.]

It's hidden behind the moon.

[Kratos smiles slightly at the tentative question, not at all giving off the air as if he's eavesdropping in on that phone conversation -- even though he absolutely is.]

Not badly. Some have already recovered their hearts. Others are on their way. Some still need a little help, but I'm confident.

[More confident than he had been, now that some have recovered.]

You have a beautiful solar system.