[For anything else--anything short of this--there would be dead silence on the other end of the crystal. But there's no way for Myr to miss that panicked little intake of breath, that sheer and unconcealable horror.

It isn't the outright weeping that resulted from the last time Myr talked about wanting to be Tranquil--nor the pleading, certainly not the desperate apology. But his voice is no steadier when he does respond, like the dangerous and quiet ground tremors presaging an earthquake.]

You're damned right you won't be held to it. Because if anyone calls upon you to do it, I will unmake them from the inside out.

You volunteered this? You thought this--this--was a reasonable solution to any problem under the sun?