[The name has a strange effect on the girl, and for a moment Ben thinks maybe she knows about Her. Something nondescript lurches in his chest and he isn't aware of nearly holding his breath, but she opens her eyes and he realizes it's a broader, more general sort of recognition. She doesn't know his Lady. But she knows faith, or the need for it.

He clears his throat.]

She is. Beautiful and fierce, and capable of compassion for those who are faithful and strong. She is not a kind benefactor, but She is protective of those who honor Her.

She... [Nomlies, Ben knows now, are not real. Not as he'd outlined them in hushed tones in the indigo air of the barracks at lights out, the nightmare creatures compounded of every terror Manticore held for its test subjects. There were horrors, alright, and transgenics that had lost what little minds they'd had and were violent for it, and he still fears them for what they are. They are him, one step to the right or the left, one link up or down the DNA strand. He closes his eyes then opens them again to clear his thoughts, the space of a long blink, nothing more.] protects those who believe in Her, and at the end of their lives, She guides them to the Good Place.