Know thyself.

“Yes, but–” Donovan began, cut off by a low, pulsing drone of noise that surged through the line. It sounded like heavy, digital breathing. “–but who are you?”

The drone went on. Through it, Dullington spoke. “Who are you, Mr. Candle?”

He wasn’t sure how to respond. The question probed far deeper than he cared to explore at the moment. There were more pressing matters at hand.

“You do not have to answer now, Mr. Candle, but you will before this is over.”