Blatant defiance was nothing new to the Cleric; he'd faced it down in the Nethers countless times. Then, he'd been armed with the law and Tetragrammaton-issued weapon - but now he had only the core knowledge that what she was, what she chose to be, was dangerous for everyone. And, he thought grimly, so too was everyone else in this City that he'd seen. Even the man he'd joined up with to resolve the issue once and for all.
This place was full of blind people. His normal response to that - the systematic termination of those who felt - would only work if he wanted to rule an empty City. And he did not. Humanity must go on. He did not wish to kill it off completely.
"You have no idea," he said, looking back at the strange woman. "Do you?"