A name that burns. An over-fondness for one of the Cities. Mr. Fires is treading close upon the heels of the Drowned Man, don’t you think? And the second to third of seven is mirrored in the fifth to sixth: third- and second-from-last.
The fifth will live on in the heart of the sun, but that need not be literal. If Fires went to war for London’s sake, that would qualify as well as the average prophecy ever does. Prophecy is rarely literal, due to the threat of paradox that time travel always causes–even time travel of information.
Mr. Eaten is probably rather lonely. Perhaps whatever’s left of Fires after the next city falls can help with that . . .