Interlude.

Hush, each of you. I will sing for you again, and soon... at which point you will understand the agony of disclosure.

I assure you of this: it is time to set aside your concerns and cease to worry over either undue haste or unseemly delay.

We will all repent and suffer at His leisure.

Unmask? You know not what you ask, and I care little for your desires. Eloquent or not, you are only meat.