"Not nearly enough," Jehan says with a huff of laughter. "This daemon development--I've spent some time looking into that, after I wrote my account for my counterpart from that world. I've written, and read authors after our time, and from other worlds. It's amazing what poetic forms will emerge, and which will endure, or be resurrected." Jehan breaks off for a moment, falling into his own thoughts, before pulling himself back.

"I've...met many strange new people, as I'm sure you have." He shakes his head. "And I've considered what I might do, here. Other than use the Labyrinth to go places where there might be work to be done, which I'll do, but...well. You know the problem, I'm wholly certain. I needn't explain it to you."