West picked through the rubble, opening his Spatial Awareness. The dimensions were good, the foundation still solid. He considered finding out what had caused the fire, but it wasn't that important. The fact that the Ungala Draconis would have facility to train, was.

In the back of his mind, he knew that part of the reason for this was to persecute his private war, but it was also necessary for the Order. Tyria had explained why the Neidan hadn't been part of the Shadow battle, and he understood -- but it still rankled.

It would take several weeks to get Materiamancers to rebuild the church, without raising too many eyebrows, but liberal Paradigm Enforcement would account for any discrepancies. This was something they needed, with so few Arrows. Especially now, with Kai gone; he only had Ankh and a raw Talon, Joshua Morris. For the hundredth time, regret about Chris and Diana washed over him, and now Kai had joined that list.

West didn't know what more he could have done -- for any of them. Perhaps Chris and Diana were never meant to be Arrows, and maybe Kai would find himself, and return. One thing he had learned, though, from Azrael and Circe, was that resolve was necessary. They hadn't been willing to sacrifice enough.

It wasn't a mistake he would make again.