And again little Hanatan was getting a bit on the oh-look-I've-lost-my-spine side. As a death god, he could have demanded anything he wanted. Hanatan's group had found the man after all. They should have wrung everything they could from him, especially when there was no guarantee they'd ever get the chance again. This radio man was just like their captors though. He and his lot liked to give little clues that ended up being a big headache and nothing more, always stopping short of really helping. If the man had the technology and ability to bounce people about wherever they pleased, they he should have been doing something helpful - like working out how to give them back their powers so they could raze this place to the ground.

"Well, he sounds just as useless as his predecessors. How delightful." Grell sighed and leaned back in the pew, letting his head drop back slightly as he stared up at the ceiling. "Doesn't it frustrate you, Hanatan? To be stripped of all your power, all that greatness we once had? We're no better than the mortals around us and that certainly isn't how it's supposed to be. They're our customers, not our fellows."