Claire wasn't sure how she could have been so wrong about someone. Just the day before, Gilean had invited her out to lunch and they had a good conversation about Psycho, about their planar travel, about Gilean himself. But now she was faced with a different side of Gilean.
She had been contacted by Gilean to help locate Sanria. Apparently the woman had been missing, and far be it from Claire to avoid lending a hand when it was needed. They, she and Gilean together, had located Sanria. Rather, her body. The woman had stabbed herself and her corpse lay frozen in the snow.
Claire couldn't believe it when Gilean began proclaiming how wrong it was. Had he no sense of history? And when he said the gods shouldn't have allowed it to happen - well what about all the atrocities acted out on those who wanted to live? This woman had taken her life, and while Claire believed there were always better ways, many people were slain, slaughtered, brutalized every day across the world of Toril.
Against her desires, not even listening to her, Gilean resurrected not only Sanria, but the elven woman they had met on their trip, Kaliadra. Apparently they had both killed themselves. And for his not listening - Sanria had absolutely no memory.
Claire shook her head in frustration. They should have brought the woman home and let her husband bury her and grieve. That was much more natural than what they - he - had done. As far as she was concerned, Gilean had over- stepped his bounds. He had played at being a God without considering what the possible outcomes were. He had brought back a woman that obviously wanted to be dead when so many who didn't want to be dead remained so. Makou lights lit the streets, did he not think about what made that substance? Did he not think about bringing back those espers?
Claire hung her head and for the first time in nearly a hundred years, warm tears found their way down her slender nose and fell to the floor.
