Diohlatas and Fari returned to what had once been the Chiliad Front, where they had been confined to fight that monstrosity Sevaasi created. No, that Da Vaada allowed to be created. The same beast they could still hear within the confines of Kurisstac, drowning out the celebratory songs of the hosts beyond the Umtlik's wall of silence.
That very same Kurisstac was inhabited by Da Vaada's so-called kin, Grubass and Soragna. They, too, were allowed to exist and wreak havoc once. Just as the Jarwan worlds were allowed to exist and their peoples allowed to defile and desecrate the Jarwa themselves, only to be forgiven. Just as the humans, his so-called children, so-called inheritors, were allowed to murder the true child, the true Son, and be forgiven.
These were the thoughts of the Arbiter. Not of the Titaness. For she had no thoughts. She was a black void with embers now, and he saw this.
"Why follow me?"
"Bring you back. I promised the Father."
"Go, I will not."
"We have to... I promised."
That word again. Promise. There was always a promise.
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