He's not happy, as he sketches out the signs and sigils. He generally isn't, these days.
He ran out of better options with the last of the cows.
He finishes the circle.
"This part I'm hoping can exponentiate," he says. "Even if more daeva can't be summoned, more people can be trained to do resurrections and then I just need to make bodies."
"That doesn't naively seem like a conjurable parameter. How'd - oh, there's probably footnotes about the historical forensics in some of your books."
"I mean, mine's a really useful case study. For instance, we have time to intervene before World War II!"
"They rename the Great War to World War I and then there's a II and it's worse."
"But the big ticket items lifesaving-wise in that vicinity are mostly going on in Europe and Russia and China. I think it can be done, but there's enough I want to destabilize before then - were you all aware Communism's a bad idea? It requires real delicate conditions to work at all and nobody right now has them - that there's no way to be sure everything'll be where it's expected by then."
"It's a bad idea. So many people die. Best angle on it is probably ending material scarcity with daeva summoning and a tech jump."
"Yes. But testing whether it can be done without stranding daeva here will be delicate. I've written home for a volunteer but haven't gotten any replies yet."
"Oh, history nerds? Altruists? Some demon who wants kids and would bet on being able to adopt some here?"
"Daeva can't reproduce. Demons are the ones I can write to from here."
"The oversimplified answer is we don't have the necessary ingredients, but that's not the real problem, since demons at least could make them - daeva are indestructible. I could go fly into the sun, and while I would have a hard time getting out again without harming the sun I wouldn't be more than moderately uncomfortable in the process. The way this works has to do with our concept of the boundaries of our bodies: I can cut my hair if I want, but you can't cut my hair if I don't want. If you decide out of an impulse to mad science to graft an appendage onto a consenting daeva subject who then agrees to be knocked unconscious so you don't have to worry about them deciding that actually they like the new appendage and want to keep it, the appendage dies, because it's not incorporated into the thing that's holding us together. Demon women who've tried just sticking a zygote where it would naively belong have had one of two things happen - they incorporate the zygote into their self-concept and it stops growing, or they don't and it dies."