It was monstrous! [well viktor is up again, the ache of his knee ignored even as the muscles twinge and tighten with the sudden movement.] A willing sacrifice, they are people and they were turned to furnaces!

And worse still, in this world after, in this world you are the god of, cavaliers assigned to necromancers and told it is some great duty. All poetry of it, all the damned molding, how many would be blinded by your gospel into believing it was right when faced with that choice? When you sent them to that house without any idea what the cost of their success would be!

[well. it's punch time again. regardless of if it hits, or if god blocks it, or anything, the moment it happens remina loops them and viktor finds himself seated again.

this time his anger is still simmering though, raspberries or not.]