Goliath steps back from the struggling prince, who is shouting things now about being one. His words are so garbled by fire, rage, and the road in his face that they're barely intelligible. Not that he's really saying anything Rhiow or Goliath need to hear.

"If it does, it has very little time to manifest."

He turns, looking back to the Vatican. "If I'm not here when you return, look to the rooftops. If there is a statue in my likeness, assume it is me."

He'll thank her for her help later. Right now they're in a hurry.