It wasn't what he'd expected to hear, his mind reminded him weakly. Mephisto was the King of Lies, the ruler of all treachery and deceit. He had to be lying. She had to be lying.
He had to ask, but his voice surprised even him. "You're not lying, but are you certain?" She had to know why he asked. Singer wasn't a fool, so she couldn't be. It was logical. Logical, like nothing else in this bloody world seemed to be!