Harry remembers Jedao telling him about being fleshborn in—oh, their second substantial conversation, was it? It seems very long ago now. That perspective is still strange to him.

"If I had the time," he muses, "I might like to catalogue all of the proscriptions and taboos and such across all the worlds and times represented here. It is a fascinating subject, to see what lies in common, what differs..."

As he's considering this, his gaze has gone somewhere off in middle distance, looking at and only mostly seeing the surrounding room. He hasn't considered that his field of vision might settle on anything he hasn't seen before.