Grimveil was conflicted. Yet he was certain that his actions were the right course. If he was right about the tide of these events, things would never end well for him. Grimveil could not let go, not from his anger over the loss of his father, and not from his anger at the Brilhado being so carelessly used by the Order, of which he was until so recently a member. “You are certain in this?” Grimveil asked. “Who are you? Please... I need to see you.” “I know who you are. You are the Caelestian’s avatar... the one called Abode.” “If you knew that,” Case answered, “why ask...?” “Why, though...?”