The Judge's eyes were, for the most part, just for show. While most living beings used a set of organic senses, the Judge's physical eyes, and, in fact, most of the senses used by organic beings, were nonfunctional. Seen from a purely physical perspective, the Judge was both blind, deaf, and completely numb. And yet, with perfect clarity, he could observe the world around him, if not by any means that would be familiar to most of the multiverse's inhabitants. His senses, completely alien to most beings, was perfectly normal for a being of his type, and yet one could not be blamed for not realizing it. For even as the Judge saw the long path of destiny warping, every sentient decision forging a new possible world, his senses honed in by the changes being constantly meant by the beings around him. The constant warp in the future caused by free will, a power granted to all sentient beings. The ripples of every miniscule decision, echoing through his mind.

"Merely two? It would seem presumptous for you to make such a statement." The Judge, of course, already knew who stood behind him. He would turn around, normally, even if it were only for show. After all, his senses weren't limited by direction, or by the movements of light. The only reason he had the organs at all was because of his task of interacting with organic beings, an appearance crafted to allow him to fit in to a certain degree. To a strong degree, he was a showman, putting up a display of normality to hide his true self, conforming to the norms of those attached to linear time and space, to movement in 3 dimensions, to the simplicity of existence within a relatively straight forward and basic set of physics. Had one of these beings stepped into the Outer Fringes, dimensions where rules such as time and space lost all meaning, they would have been lost forever. "I don't suppose anything I say will prevent a monologue, will it?"