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Aidlis admonishes him, getting threateningly close.

''Silence! Have you no couth? You are within the Mobius, by the will of the Dark Father! It is not your place to demand what is and what is not!''

Anansin holds up her hand for peace.

"Jeiel...you are but one of an infinite number of Jeiels, in an infinite number of possibilities.  It is the same for all who are born, live, and die, because the people around them have memories of them as well.  This is how it has always been."

"And yes, you are different to the ones who are an extension of your soul.  This is why memories are so precious, are so delicate...they can change someone without having been a part of them at all. As an example..."

She gestures to an obelisk, showing a picture of Thomas.

"From the viewpoint of a child, a parent dies multiple times in their lives.  When a child is young, a good father is a god, a being who carries the world on his shoulders.  He can do no wrong.  Then, the child gets old enough to realize that their father is not the invincible being they believed him to be.  The father dies as a parent and  becomes a person, full of flaws and foibles, and the parent and child become equals.  Then, the father grows old, and becomes dependent.  The child now has to take care of the father, who is still a person, but a dependent one.  When the father's independence dies, so does the part of the child that admired their independence.  So it is, and has been, in one form or another, since time immemorial."

The obelisk goes dark. The images of Anansin, Aidlis and the Mobius begin to fade...

"And so, you are no different.  You were told the price, and still took the toll.  You did so knowing full well that none could walk your path for you.  That...that is what you must ask before the Black Throne, Jeiel.  You seek the truth, but you have yet look into the Abyss.  Ask Him for the truth..."

Jeiel again finds himself before the Dark Lord. There is no table, none of his wives...