“Carlyle Foster.” Jehovah turned to her slowly, His black eyes stirring a shudder in Carlyle’s half-bare shoulders. “If it were true,” the Addressee began, “that you were created only to catalyze this crisis, then, that work done, you would not continue to exist. Therefore either you continue to exist only to suffer, and we learn from this that My Peer equates justice with pain, or else Providence plans more for you.”
