"Disrupts the balance," Jon repeats, with a loud huff. "I've been trying to preserve the balance! I've lost friends to this, I - " Oh ... right. He gets quieter, more somber and less angry. "I died trying to stop something that wanted to reorder reality in horrible ways. Undoing all of that is the last thing I want."

There's more he could argue, but he doesn't have the chance to continue; all words dissolve on his tongue once Murmur gives Jon that glimpse of his true nature. Jon isn't particularly religious or well versed in anything of a celestial nature, but he has absorbed enough about both in a general cultural sense to recognize Murmur for what he is.

It feels ... not entirely unlike being caught in the middle of The Unknowing, though thankfully, much shorter. To his credit, Jon manages not to scream.

"Good lord," he breathes, awed, blinking as the light fades. "You're - you're real? But - how are you here? You don't die, do you?"