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One might think that a demigod of death appearing to the maker of all things would be a mockery, a travesty worth the greatest and swiftest of punishments. But those who believe such things know nothing of the God of Life, in truth; they know nothing of his great reverence for death, for the ending of the things that he begins. Those who doubt his love for Mort will never know Vi in truth. Galaxies fold and bend around the Lullaby, as if they have been drawn towards him by curiosity alone, and from the cosmos glints a particularly pure light. It flashes, twists, and if Remi should beat his wings, he will find himself quite suddenly right beside it.
The light is a telescope. More intricate even than the mechanisms found in the observatory, Vi is seated upon the clouds where starwhales swim and grow, his eye to the scope to watch the Greatwood below. "You call me. You, who called out injustice at the plans for us to turn the tide against the Ascended."
Lifting a gaze that seems to pull in all the light around them, Vi blinks. "Speak, then."
