"Blai Artigas?" a woman in uniform asks him after the morning's prayer on the 9th.
DISSOLVE? Oh no does that mean that if they win any time soon he will be dropped as a cleric TWICE. What is he supposed to DO after that.
"Oh, you don't have to - go to fancy parties or anything like that. Just - something that makes you feel - connected with the world. Like there are things worth fighting for. Like you can imagine Heaven. Or if you'd rather, like you can imagine the world where we've won and are all right."
"Oh. The thing where Good isn't only different from Evil because Heaven is different from Hell, where a free people in everything they do are better than a tyrannized people, the thing where if you don't have a wanting-things impediment it isn't hard to tell, which part of the battlefield you're on, because Good is good for people -"
"That sounds like a closer approximation than 'the things rich people locked in vicious status competitions do', yeah."
"That unfortunately is also classically a thing people say when in fact they are not meeting the mandatory fun requirements. But you will have to work that out with your confessor. I was sent to get Select Artigas for our teleport."
"Right. Good luck. With the convention. ...everyone there's terrible but some of them are trying."
And back in Westcrown he will proceed to do something that hopefully isn't catastrophically stupid.