The interminable wait; the years-long cycle of hope and disappointment, as the Exarch recovered his strength, only to reach across the void and once again retrieve the wrong soul. I consider myself lucky to have only gone through it once, when Alisaie arrived. I cannot imagine what it was like for my friends, to have their hopes dashed again and again.
And surely none suffered more under that grim yoke than Ania. First to be called across the void, with only Thancred for company, separated from the realm that she had tirelessly worked to save, at great cost to her body and mind. Sentenced to wait, and wait, and wait.
Small wonder, perhaps, that she reacted as she did. Though I fear, dear reader, that my account thus far has led you to a poor outlook on her actions, I would caution you against the assumption that you would have behaved with any more propriety.
For in the absence of duty, what was the Source’s sword to do - but to lose herself fully to the deadly purpose for which she had been honed?
-- Excerpt from ‘For Those We Can Yet Save: Journeys of the Scions of the Seventh Dawn, Vol III’, by Alphinaud Leveilleur