They come back to life. Peka's boyfriend asks after her.

She's kind of been all over the news, so they can tell him what she's been up to. He is approximately the only red who isn't a huge fan of that. He doesn't make much of a fuss about it.

He does feel a bit bad. But. Not enough to stop being publicly and privately totally enamored with Peka.

Yay, enamored boyfriend! Who is hotter than all previous boyfriends and previous girlfriend!

He is literally a member of the species whose distinguishing traits on the galactic stage are 'hot and good at singing!'. 

And he is the best at singing one!!!

Yep!!! 

More space stations go up! More reds get relocated! The stations get added to the crystal ball network, and eventually anyone on the space stations who cares to look up how the reds are doing would be able to find pictures.

The various nations of Amenta inform Macalaurë that they would prefer he not appear in person again.

He tells a fork to go. The fork goes. 

They can't tell them apart. Please go home.

They can't tell them apart? There are nine of them, and one they take issue with, would they like help learning to tell them apart?

Also they are probably equally trustworthy which is to say not especially, please go home.

He arranges to have all his replacements be people who live in red neighborhoods and have red coworkers and he goes home. 

The Amentans do not shake their hands and find non-porous furniture for them and prefer to do more of their communication by email or through out-of-work liaison oranges.

The Elves are pretty happy to wait this out. (The sentiment is occasionally expressed that it's a shame the species doesn't have shorter lifespans, such that the waiting-out would go faster.) The space stations that don't try to shut down interdimensional tourism continue reaping its benefits.

They are less willing to import food unless there's locals at every step of the production verifying it, and want nonfood things cleaned thoroughly. Otherwise trade can continue unimpeded.

Manager of the magic research company asks his research teams if they can invent a purifying spell - "there's a fortune to be made on the imports market -"

They could maybe figure that out, although getting people to trust it is not gonna be automatic.

"I'll admit I don't really understand the whole thing. Garbage and bodies and sewage, yes, sure, but - people who've kissed people whose parents touched garbage and bodies and sewage?"

"I think Atan's an undertaker name," someone says.

"I'm looking at half a billion in cleaning expenses annually and then there's the costs from delays and I don't understand what it is we're cleaning."

"We noticed."

"That impedes development of a good marketing campaign for a magical solution even if you find one - I suppose we can use only locals for marketing campaign development too -"

"Might have a hard time convincing anyone else you cared enough to be careful."

"Half a billion annually! If the scientists come and tell me we've got to screen for unobtanium and it's costing them half a billion annually I don't need to have the faintest idea what unobtainium is to care about delivering a quality product to a market of that size. But it would kind of help if there were a way of testing - maybe if you started with a divination of some kind -"

"It'd have to go a few steps through the history of the object, this magic system thinks 'charisma' is a thing but it doesn't think 'pollution' is," says the wizard.