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Vi is as a slab of marble against the sun as Safrin arrives. He gives his herald the gift of his full attention, hearing every word she has to say, every nuance implied, everything she doesn't say in the voids between. "I see," he says, his gaze divided now between the suffering Lullaby near them, and the radiant beauty of his herald. "You are right, Safrin. This is, indeed, a cause of great concern. I would know what your chosen did that was so damning as to merit the removal of all of his light."His eyebrows raise. There's something about the expression that suggests that this had better be good. A storm writhes beneath the deity's skin, waiting for release. "I imagine it must have been the most terrible injustice of all, for this sort of punishment."
