How  dare  he violate her mind, the only thing of which she was truly proud? The only piece of her that had been wholly hers, through centuries of training and service and the comforting but thoroughly monotonous cycle of the heavens? The drills, standing sentry, patrolling the Mortal Realm and the borderland Gates between the realms—all only made bearable by the bright, fascinated turns of her mind as she reviewed the knowledge her unsanctioned visits to the Bibliotheca Caelestis yielded.