It is less that we are asked, [ Emmrich says, careful in his choice of words, ] than that we are the only ones capable of it. Who will listen, when the dead call.
[ His head cocks as he considers the next questions posed, Johanna's visage flashing before his eyes. He's more of a mess of contradictions than he appears: a necromancer with a fear of death, a soft heart matched with steely determination. ]
Must you kill? Can you not drink from another without draining them completely? To take blood is not to take a life.
[ His hand falls away from his face, curling into a fist atop his desk. ]
You have a soul. You are as touched by suffering as those you would claim to inflict it upon. Are you, too, not deserving of my time and my attention?
βI would, if it was what was demanded of me. Commit to evil, in order to save others from it. Is that not a small price to pay? One soul β mine, not that of another β exchanged for many. I fear it less than I fear the veil that separates us from the dead, and even that, I fear less than I once did.
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[ His head cocks as he considers the next questions posed, Johanna's visage flashing before his eyes. He's more of a mess of contradictions than he appears: a necromancer with a fear of death, a soft heart matched with steely determination. ]
Must you kill? Can you not drink from another without draining them completely? To take blood is not to take a life.
[ His hand falls away from his face, curling into a fist atop his desk. ]
You have a soul. You are as touched by suffering as those you would claim to inflict it upon. Are you, too, not deserving of my time and my attention?
βI would, if it was what was demanded of me. Commit to evil, in order to save others from it. Is that not a small price to pay? One soul β mine, not that of another β exchanged for many. I fear it less than I fear the veil that separates us from the dead, and even that, I fear less than I once did.