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Vi has already returned to his telescope, the deity watching the Greatwood with no small amount of interest, and as the mortal speaks again his dark eyes flash up, as if he might hold the Lullaby hostage using nothing more than a well timed gaze. "On the contrary," he says. "It would be much more difficult." Drawing in a breath that seems to drag clouds over the cosmos, Vi leans over as if to clasp Remi by the shoulder."Easy," he says, "you stand side by side in the very centre of the scales." As if that should provide all the answers in the world, Vi doesn't take Remi's shoulder in a brotherly display of combined purpose.
No, he shoves him out of the skies, out of his presence, and out of his evening.
