He is reading a summoning textbook - it's not as interesting as the electrical engineering textbook but it's just as important and he wants to pester some daeva about the languages spoken in Heaven, Hell, and Fairyland. It has a background chapter on Revelation.
He asks Bar for Cam's obituary.
"They have a tendency to interpret many complex problems as 'the problem is that this person is sad', or 'the problem is that this person is not listening to us', and consider the problem solved if those things are changed without much path-dependency. I had to get really roundabout to make initial progress on that, lots of appealing to Eru's intentions in creating people who would make choices and so on."
"Didn't end up mattering that Eru's actual intentions were - entertainment?"
"No, by the time that came out they'd developed enough nuance to appreciate other lines of argument. I mean, at the time I didn't know Eru was like he is either."
"He got a lot more participatory when he shrank. If you ignore the thing where he originally managed his taste in literature with live subjects he's sort of fun, really."
"It's a bit much to ignore even without knowing that but many people find him disarmingly... silly."
He shakes his head. "Okay. He built a world that could someday outgrow him, that's something."
"I could at least make them hedge out all kinds of variants on paper airplanes.
This way's much nicer."
"Now we should figure out if you can make yourself a wizard."
"Sure. Do you feel a need to supervise my bone marrow transplants etcetera?"
"I will hold your hand and watch more Elven shampoo commercials. Unless that will be distracting."
Cam transfuses and grafts things. It looks terribly uncomfortable but he's apparently well anesthetized.
There're quite a few curses that are more gruesome than actually unpleasant. He sits with him and watches and luxuriates in everything going splendidly.
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