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.
Not yet! The soul Elves are at the door singing.
"Gosh, I'm good at singing if I'm a four thousand year old Elf lady."
(He sings too, and writes a letter for his brother for when they can open the door to their world.)
"Well, okay, you have an Elf alt who saved the world, that'd be fairly compensatory. But still."
"If I were worried about you leaving for a singier version I suppose I could put in the effort but it hardly seems my comparative advantage with both Elves and Michaels around."
"I wasn't worried. If the hair thing's that appealing we can fake it, and silently pining isn't the way to have a you at all."
"I think Mirelótë implied that her husband silently pined for a Century. But I guess he must have eventually said something."
" - it's, like, the specialer someone is, the longer you fail to give any indication of thinking so? What a ridiculous romantic tradition!"
"Yes, imagine someone else liked her but thought slightly less of her and pined for only ninety Years, then where would you be."
"Forever? Are Elves extremely monogamous or just extremely slow paced -"
"Some people will get over a romantic attachment if someone better comes along. But if they happened to have found the very best person in the first place..."
Mirelótë leaves off singing to go link arms with her husband. "Like I said, it works better in fiction. Because in fiction you can just write 'and then he pined for a Century' whereas in reality an actual Century went by in which I was oblivious. But of course it was meant to be flattering, so."
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