(Beverly gives Lucretia's hand a squeeze and for a while, she's content simply to stand together, watching the lights in their gentle dance down the river. Her mind lingers on Lucretia's question, however, about belief in a higher power. Belief isn't exactly the right word. There's no question there are beings more powerful than any Human, people who can control life, death, and even time itself, but to offer any of them some sort of worship...

She looks at Lucretia now.]

What is Iustus like?