Arthur had glanced up at the noise, but left John to his own devices. Until he'd picked up the prickle in the air - familiarity of habit, nothing more - of John's anxiety, and he pauses his search to approach the desk too.

Because--

"What? That’s--" impossible, surely? "Fuck. But- wait, y-you've said - you and Kayne both said that gods don't exist in reality the same way as we do, maybe-" he runs a hand through his hair in a panicky little motion. "Maybe Shub Niggurath being destroyed didn't erase her progeny with her?"