‘The man, Anaster, might well view what we seek for him as torture, but that is a fear born of ignorance. He will not be harmed. Indeed, my Shield Anvil seeks the very opposite for the unfortunate man.’ ‘She would take the pain from him.’ The Destriant nodded. ‘That spiritual embrace – such as Itkovian did to Rath’Fener.’ ‘Even so, sir.’ Paran was silent a moment, then he said, ‘The notion terrifies Anaster?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Why?’ ‘Because he knows of nothing else within him. He has equated his entire identity with the pain of his soul. And so fears its end.’
