[Well, that's not answering his question, but baby steps. He doesn't step forward again, not until the — the whatever this totally healthy sibling exchange is ends and the construct-revenant drops Ives to the ground.
Only then does he come closer, dropping into a crouch an arms length from Ives on the ground, arms folded on his knees. Hmm. Well.
So, here are the facts as he understands them: necromancers still don't actually raise the dead, in his experience, and summoning a revenant straight into a construct made by a freshly-destroyed body is a terrible idea. Great to know. Frankly, he'd have expected something a little more explosive, but the horror of a man dissolving into dust and then being sucked into a revenant vortex is, ah, enough.
But action of it all fizzles and fades, and the momentary spike of terror he'd felt with it. He's quite calm now, like that was all a much more distant thing.]
No, [he says, after a moment.] I'm not. I wanted to learn something this time; I'll take that blame.
[He casts a brief glance around at the unfocused memory, then looks back down. Again, noncommittally:]
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Only then does he come closer, dropping into a crouch an arms length from Ives on the ground, arms folded on his knees. Hmm. Well.
So, here are the facts as he understands them: necromancers still don't actually raise the dead, in his experience, and summoning a revenant straight into a construct made by a freshly-destroyed body is a terrible idea. Great to know. Frankly, he'd have expected something a little more explosive, but the horror of a man dissolving into dust and then being sucked into a revenant vortex is, ah, enough.
But action of it all fizzles and fades, and the momentary spike of terror he'd felt with it. He's quite calm now, like that was all a much more distant thing.]
No, [he says, after a moment.] I'm not. I wanted to learn something this time; I'll take that blame.
[He casts a brief glance around at the unfocused memory, then looks back down. Again, noncommittally:]
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