You know what? It's fine. It's fine, everything's o-okay.
You don't need divine intervention anyways. Yes, your friend got killed, and...yes, he was a...a heathen, but that's okay. It's all okay, you're a grown-up, and you're at Shielddawn, and right now you're a hauler, but you'll work your way up, you'll see! You'll be a cheesemaker, and you'll make new friends who don't get killed right away. And, and the Queen - yeah, the Queen will be so impressed by how great you haul everything and make cheese that she'll make you one of the Royal Cheesemakers of the Royal Cheesemaker Corps, and you'll get your own bedroom and a Royal Backpack and everything will be okay and no one will make you feel like a kid again!
You're an adult, and they need to treat you like one, even...even if the Cowsea and Urist won't answer you, and even - even if your dad wouldn't let you leave, and even if you needed saving that one time, and even if you can't stop freaking crying okay???
Everything is okay. Everything will be fine.
Just...just as soon as you throw your friend in the garbage, like the Overseer told you to do.
Right. The...garbage piles.
Oh gods. Oh, oh no, oh gods.
You just, you can't.
You can't do this.
Not in there. Not like that. Darkerdaffodil, he...you...
You need to be alone.