Meira. God, that hadn't been all that long ago and he'd nearly forgotten. The memory slid neatly into place now that Valdis had jogged it, and recognition flared briefly on Erskine's face. "So you used to be Meira, and Meira was an angel? But you don't remember being Meira." He paused, thinking back a moment. "How does a soul get 'shattered'? And what do you mean, 'certain parties'?"