@InfectedSerum He swiftly closed his eyes when he was forced to look at 43.
He needed to see them? His memories? His dreams?
He shook his head slightly, not a word being spoken. He...didn't want /anyone/ else to see them. To know what he knows.
He nodded.
"I have, but...everyone is different."
How could he know that his people would come back the same as she had? They've been dead for...so long too.
- π
"You've seen my dearest, most important, beloved one, yes?
She was brutally killed by the Akademya, but now she's with me again, happy. Without a scratch."
Heretics...yes, he would be considered that. He was considered that, if he ever spoke about himself that is.
"How so? And how can you ensure they come back...right?"
He didn't need them to come back only to suffer further, no, they could remain dead if that was the case.
- π
"Then, ny friend..." his tone of voice lowered, almost a whisper.
"We aren't that different. What do you think? We are both heretics in a way.
I could give you a way to bring back those you loved. But nothing is free."