He's reading the Psiioniic's writ and already the sinking feel gets its return up and on. His face just up and falls, until the Psiioniic is poking him with the spear and he falls on his ass. Trying to make himself smaller just ain't working right now. He swallows, goes back to his knees, breathing deep and steadying so he can write with a shaking hand.

was ordered
sorry

That's really the simplest way to put it. Voodooing them all wasn't part of the plan. It just worked for being a thing what meant they didn't get on executed.

He doesn't add anything more than what he has.