[ A good question. Armand weighs it carefully for a few beats, holding the necromancer's inscrutable gaze. What does he want? Vengeance on such a man seems unnecessary, not to mention pointless. He's already got what he came for -- as close to an explanation as he's likely to get, as well as some interesting insight into Emmrich's personal philosophy. So, what's left?
After a moment, the air shivers where he used to be, pages ruffling in a sharp breeze. Armand is abruptly on the other side of the desk, standing beside Emmrich and looking down at him. He raises a hand, slowly, drawing his fingertips through the air close to the necromancer's jaw. His expression is pensive, a little distracted. ]
Honesty. Your order cares for the dead. Could you come to care for someone like me?
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After a moment, the air shivers where he used to be, pages ruffling in a sharp breeze. Armand is abruptly on the other side of the desk, standing beside Emmrich and looking down at him. He raises a hand, slowly, drawing his fingertips through the air close to the necromancer's jaw. His expression is pensive, a little distracted. ]
Honesty. Your order cares for the dead. Could you come to care for someone like me?