"Maybe. Save him some time."

"Amriac doesn't know you can bring them back."

"She didn't make a heap of fifty-five million grains of rice."

"We're gonna find a way to get everyone back."

"Hopefully, yeah."

"What does Amriac think she's - I should ask Michael -"

Sigh. He walks over to Cam and puts an arm around him. "By being in the bar when my tiny self walked in you stopped the whole war. Another Arda, and - none of it will ever happen."

Lean. "I know."

"I know you weren't short of - things like that. But. Can't really accumulate too many. 

If the Valar insist on talking to you about it, will you at least - explain all of the precautions you took and all of the alternatives you considered and - defend yourself -"

"I don't have a deathwish; I'm averse to defending myself when it's my mood on the line but to alts of the Valar while they're figuring out what to do with me, yes, sure."

"Thank you. I -

- I was checking on our Muggles -"

"Yeah?"

"EIther way it's not going to be conclusive for Arda.We - are probably going to want to know that before we talk to any Valar."

"Yeah. I sent them instructions, they'll have humans and Dwarves on Endorë doing it now."

"That's good. I think I'm going to go yell at Michael for a bit, it'll make me feel better."

"Have fun."

He goes outside.

He is broomstick-riding with the kid. The kid is crying.

Amriac is watching an ex-heap of rice smolder.

"There's - a lot of context on what he did, if you're curious," he says to her.

"I didn't mean to make the kid cry."

"I didn't think you did. Kids cry pretty easily, it's okay, he'll bounce back. But if you're going to be telling people about it you should at least have all the information."

"I know he was ending a war."

"You can upload Elves. Off their chips. Make a thousand copies, torture them all, make it millions of millions of subjective years...."