"I..." Better not to admit his true motivations, if perhaps Levi did not see the curl and coil of tentacles. He draws himself up, regal as he folds and resettles the black-and-yellow wings at his back. John makes his voice level as the rain falls in sheets between them, the storm winds stirring the tatters of his yellow robes. "I'd hoped to find something useful among these ruins. But there's nothing yet."