John can tell when someone wants him to shut up and let them sleep. He has had eighty-seven nights with Arthur, by his own count, and many were passed on bad terms. By the same experience, he's grown very good at ignoring those cues.

He's also become rather good at reading when Arthur's head is at an odd angle, and the light of his eyes glows brighter again as he tries to make out the text.

"Aspect of Order," he reads aloud, his voice low but distinct, as though narrating to someone who cannot see it. "The strength to keep all Aspects in check and balanced, to keep from falling to Stasis. Domain of the Celestials."

He huffs a quiet scoff beneath his breath, and blinks the light away again. They return to near-darkness.

"It sounds like a cult."