Despite having his eyes closed, Serph isn't trying very hard to fall back asleep. He'd not thought too much about the text that had been inscribed upon his arm initially but in the small, quiet moments to himself -- and there are too many of them, these days -- he can't help but wonder. The idea of keeping others balanced resonates.

Yet another piece of unknown knowledge sitting in the back of his mind, its significance just outside his reach.

Once John's finished reading, Serph pulls his arm back. "What's a cult?"