[ A pause. (Gritted teeth at that white hot fury, because there's only so much he can take. It's not real, Amos tries to tell himself, even though it very much feels like it.) ]

You see to keeping your people safe and we got no quarrel, [ said the Exalt. ]

But you even think of keeping me as just a rock, and you'll see what Zenith will do to you.

[ Spoken again with the conviction of someone who knows. He isn't one to play up his standing, but after what he's been through since completing his harmonization he has no doubts in his mind. Anything befalls him, and there will be absolute hell to pay.

An impression left, of pure, striking Zenith — because Cyrus should have shattered his shard. Would have, were it not for that intervening force of Zenith. Or maybe Yima herself; he doesn't know. But something out there refused to let him be hurt, and so a warning: Voreen can make all of the threats he wants but Amos is not Yura; is someone else entirely.

Arrogance, sure. But to him? Truth. ]