The Valar announce that they've done as much as they can in Singularity (they can't bring back peoples' babies in that critical period either, but they can get them earlier versions) and are setting up portals between there and Sanity as soon as they are confident they've cleaned up the plague. A bunch of Elf architects have this wild idea for a fivedimensional city where alternating intersections are interdimensional portals between various Valinors and they get eagerly to setting it up.
"The last time you did this to him it made him organize a strike on gagging daeva! His viewership quadrupled! Has it occurred to you that you are maybe wrong about the consequences of your actions?"
"Well, see, he's my brother's summoner, so even if I am inclined to consider him redeemable as a human being if he's not willing to send Minor home then I either have to make him or kill him."
"Should I give you both a couple minutes to think about it? If it's relevant to your deliberations, there's an afterlife. You might be in different ones, though."
Richard hisses.
The cat comes out and bites the back of Timothy's ankle.
Barnaby murmurs, "Don't hurt the cat."
"I promise I won't hurt the cat." He will flick his wand at it and place it on the other side of the room, though.
"I don't actually want to hurt you. Nothing would delight me more than to spend the evening hashing out an agreement so Minor can go about his life without being tortured whenever he grabs the wrong circle. If I kill you I will probably fucking bring you back. But he. Goes. Home."
"Open circles are super annoying, you do know that, right? People grab them by accident. People grab them by accident so often that the GCP has an impressive capture rate despite the fact the daeva all know perfectly well that they'll be spending decades in jail if they touch one."
"And most daeva are older than fourteen and have better impulse control! If you want him to stay home summoning him is a bad way to do that. Look, Barnaby, force you or kill you? The mindcontrol thing is pleasant to experience. Kinda floaty."
Barnaby shrieks and catches Richard's falling form in his arms. "He wasn't - he wasn't the summoner -"
"Will you please send him home? Keeping him a couple extra hours won't help anything, I won't let you keep him longer than that, we can talk once he's safer and can move and can speak -"