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| It was the only blessing he’d been qualified to give: a gift, from a devotee of Lynndis to a servant of Abraxis. | It was the only blessing he’d been qualified to give: a gift, from a devotee of Lynndis to a servant of Abraxis. | ||
| - | “I’m glad she’s out in the world,” he tells Penelope. “Acryn needs its gods more than ever - not the least, to lend their followers some kind of direction. She’s a pragmatist, but she doesn’t realise that her brand of pragmatism corrupts. It’s corrupted her precious church. They’d willingly allow one of their number to take on an eternity of suffering, rather than shoulder the burden collectively.” At the recollection of this latest humiliation, he winces. “That’s the kind of specious utilitarianism I won’t abide. Individuals matter. Families matter. And it became quite clear that nothing I said over the course of the conversation could sway them - that nothing could. Acryn is under a tyranny whether it knows it or not.” | + | “I’m glad she’s out in the world,” he tells Penelope. “Acryn needs its gods more than ever - not the least, to lend their followers some kind of direction. She’s a pragmatist, but she doesn’t realise that her brand of pragmatism corrupts. It’s corrupted her precious church. They’d willingly allow one of their number to take on an eternity of suffering, rather than shoulder the burden collectively.” At the memory of this latest humiliation, he winces. “That’s the kind of specious utilitarianism I won’t abide. Individuals matter. Families matter. And it became quite clear that nothing I said over the course of the conversation could sway them - that nothing could. Acryn is under a tyranny whether it knows it or not.” |
| Penelope’s corpse gives another fierce shudder. He squeezes her hand. | Penelope’s corpse gives another fierce shudder. He squeezes her hand. | ||
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