"You can't even remember that?" Sphix grimaced. "Why am I bothering with this?" She was certainly going to get nothing out of this, seeing how she was about to leave and all that. She continued, anyway. "Anathema, Loki. Anathema Device. That irritating little mortal was behind it. She and two others. One of them was called... John, I think. John Constantine, that was it... And the last one I remember very well. They called him Bill. A mortal, with red hair and a wand. Why, he thinks I'm some sort of animal instead of a person. The insolence! You wouldn't want to meet any of them, Loki. Not after what they did to you." Sphix leaned closer and hissed at Loki's face. "Maybe you should write it down. If they didn't rob you of the knowledge of letters as well."

"And the police... They are people who go after you and lock you up for no good reason. Put you in shackles. Kill you, even, if you give them the opportunity." She shook her head. "Like they knew how these things work! They know nothing, and yet, they think they can impose their rules and morals on everyone, no matter who they are."