"Well, you said it yourself." Kell doesn't truly realize he's gesticulating with a dead plant to completely unintentional comical effect. "That you weren't good at this. So what happened?"

Forgive him for jumping at this contradiction, but it's an obvious one, and Kell regrets asking the moment he asks his question.

"Forget I asked. I don't want to drag out something unpleasant."

He understands the feeling, even if not the scope, of being trapped. Rattling at the bars like a wild animal. It's eerie how with all the limitations Thorne puts on them, Kell still feels more free here than he had ever felt at home. Doesn't mean he approves of the mad queen and her weak husband. Doesn't mean he has no opinion on what they do and how utterly bad it is. But it makes everything that one bit more tolerable for him.

So he can imagine what utter horror it must feel to be in an opposite situation.

"It's probably not that helpful to hear, but your footsoldier is most likely still leagues beyond what most people are capable of."

And because he's not as smart or as reasonable as he makes people believe, and because he's curiosity tends to get the better of him especially in situations where it shouldn't, he asks another question.

"Do you think Singularity is blocking you for a reason?"

Because it can only be one thing in this world capable of putting a lid on a divine being.