The deity of knowledge and war, and ruler of the silk cradle, Shamura had lost their mind in turn for being the one to have sealed The One Who Waits. As much as they regretted it, they sat within their domain, pondering what to do with the lamb. Sure, there was outright slaughtering them again...they were just as responsible for the mass genocide of their kind as the rest of the Bishops, which was what left that little lamb as the last of their own kind...and they also had as much a role as the rest in sealing their own brother, Narinder, or better known, The One Who Waits.

but there was also attempting to persuade them...maybe reasoning. Even if their mind was lost, they knew they had to find the lamb's home. That was the first step. From there, maybe, just maybe, they could talk the Lamb down. If not, they were afraid they couldn't let the Lamb live. Even if they knew the Lamb would be the reason for their downfall. They weren't stupid..they'd seen the signs. Heeded them, even. They knew what was coming. It felt like there was no stopping that vessel. And maybe there wasn't. Perhaps it was too late. But that wasn't going to deter Shamura, who knew they deserved what was to come, from trying anyway. There was nothing left for them to lose.