He crooks a tiny, rueful smile. "I think I told you once that I worry too much," he says. "I will do my best not to let it trouble me, if you ask. But even if this is only fuel -- it is still fuel the body needs, so it can do whatever you may need to ask of it."
His gut twinges, remembering. He ignores it.
"Even necromancy still requires a living body to begin the work."
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Date: 2020-10-03 05:53 pm (UTC)His gut twinges, remembering. He ignores it.
"Even necromancy still requires a living body to begin the work."