He liked the sound of that, Cargan thought. An idea – a great one was all he desired at the moment. "Shoot, Celio. You need not wait for my permission to let out your idea in such a situation," he impatiently commanded, hating himself for sounding so desperate.
But the burden of preserving the lives of thousands of divine persons wasn't a load for one divine man – be it a heaven descendant or not. It was making him paranoid.
Without being judgmental and totally understanding his plight, Celio provided, "We will send out our spies as maids and guards in the other lines. If any of the High Houses has a vacant spot, I will use my connections to fix our men there, and if there are no vacancies, I will do what I can to make sure there is one."
Hmm.
