"...We need the next Divine?" asks Nari after a moment, repeating Myr because she wasn't sure how else to respond. "Isn't that... doesn't the Chantry choose that?"

It occurs to her that she has no idea how Divines are chosen. She'd never cared before. As far as she knew, one was much like the next. They were distant voices she never heard, that never did anything to curb the effects of their March. A figurehead at best, a danger at worst.