"It's lighting up," he said, rubbing his hands together. "What happens when it all goes on? Is It gonna go mechazilla on us?" He shook his head. "Or maybe there's a next step. You can't resurrect It without Its parts. Maybe we're just... temporary. Maybe we're chargers, and once it's all up to a hundred percent all you gotta do is... pop," he said, making an accompanying hand motion.

It wasn't a reassuring hand motion.

"I don't doubt that greycloaks have been driving us to the organs. The Vahishta may've been in on it. Who do clerics love more than It? There's a common goal there, and all I can see it being is Its resurrection."