" We challenged Proya—such madness! What were we thinking? What had we become? We challenged Proya—and He accepted. We should have closed our eyes! We should have turned away. All that power, all that wisdom, all that love we craved for ourselves! How does a spirit fight? Did He raise his hand? Or draw some terrible sword of stars a thousand dreams long? Did He call His holy ones? Did He call forth His hosts? Did He blow out the sun? No. In our horror, in what we had become, we were not even worth a word. How does all that Love destroy you? It just looks away. Then in that terrible moment, you realize just how much of you was sustained by that look—even your hate, your pitiful rebellion. It was by the interest of the One you made your enemy, by the grace of Him you would have brought to ashes if you could, that you even drew breath. "

― David Jetrè