"There's no - not like a sacrifice, no," Ezra says with a head shake. Because he well, just because he hasn't gotten intimately involved in the affairs of the other people from Ortus's universe, doesn't mean he hasn't been paying close attention to things said in public.
Necromancy usually requires at least a token sacrifice, he's pretty sure. Or maybe that's just what the man who calls himself John, or Emperor, or God, taught everyone under his rule.
"Focusing on - that you are here, and care for her, can't hurt," he allows. He smiles softly at the baby, letting the sympathetic compassion he feels in wake of Ortus's saying he'd do anything for her well up. His gaze goes hazy, while he focuses on his own memories of feeling safe and loved.
His mom and dad telling him bed time stories. Meals together with all the Specters, on the Ghost. Ben, from a different version of his childhood, singing lullabies.
Then when he feels grounded in those feelings, he lets the Force in, so he's amplifying those emotions out and gently wrap Ortus and the baby in then.
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Necromancy usually requires at least a token sacrifice, he's pretty sure. Or maybe that's just what the man who calls himself John, or Emperor, or God, taught everyone under his rule.
"Focusing on - that you are here, and care for her, can't hurt," he allows. He smiles softly at the baby, letting the sympathetic compassion he feels in wake of Ortus's saying he'd do anything for her well up. His gaze goes hazy, while he focuses on his own memories of feeling safe and loved.
His mom and dad telling him bed time stories. Meals together with all the Specters, on the Ghost. Ben, from a different version of his childhood, singing lullabies.
Then when he feels grounded in those feelings, he lets the Force in, so he's amplifying those emotions out and gently wrap Ortus and the baby in then.