Jon holds his cup and nods along as he listens; it's a hell of a thing to imagine, really. It's strange to think that, just a few years ago, he might've ascribed something like this to metaphor stemming from some combination of long-standing tradition and religion. But here it is, undeniable and directly in front of him. (Even if it is in front of him, his mind still strains to process the creation of such an object. After all, the items of his own world, imbued with the evil that they were, seem to have either attached themselves to mundane items, or seemingly come into existence on their own. The ability to see such a thing happen actively, however...)

"To be honest, I'm shocked that Calloway could pull such a thing here, and that it's energy didn't--- reject that pull," Jon muses. "Maybe however he's finding these things is inherently neutral, though? I suppose it's not worth looking too hard at something so beneficial, though. It doesn't feel like it's been altered at all since you've last seen it, as well?"