He opens his mouth but he shakes his head wordlessly. A piece of them, separate but part. Same but individual enmotherfuckingtire. He's known nothing like this. The most he can speak on such things is; "Miracles."

He laughs too as the goat is shoved. Of course she returns in kind, bleating.

"Suppose we could administer righteous inquiry to they. What more knowledge to scry of a being than by means of the being itself?" Or maybe one of the people around, people who all have one. They would surely know. He confesses, "I know not."