[ Qubit's eyebrows rise, but not much. He wishes he were more surprised, but he was half-expecting that answer.
He's finally starting to understand the full scope of the problem. The last time they were out here, Carlisle unknowingly commanded a dozen corpses to attack him - and that was just a moment's anger. Now imagine him consumed by it. Filled with resentment and malice over the life he endured, unable to find peace even in death, lashing out indiscriminately at anyone unfortunate enough to get too close. The living and the dead alike, falling under his thrall. And if anyone had the strength to resist... Qubit's eyes fall to the half-zombie nearby, its entrails spilled out on the blasted sands. Even if one somehow resisted his control, how long could they hold off a horde of their undead neighbors?
It turns his stomach. He doesn't know what to say. ]
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He's finally starting to understand the full scope of the problem. The last time they were out here, Carlisle unknowingly commanded a dozen corpses to attack him - and that was just a moment's anger. Now imagine him consumed by it. Filled with resentment and malice over the life he endured, unable to find peace even in death, lashing out indiscriminately at anyone unfortunate enough to get too close. The living and the dead alike, falling under his thrall. And if anyone had the strength to resist... Qubit's eyes fall to the half-zombie nearby, its entrails spilled out on the blasted sands. Even if one somehow resisted his control, how long could they hold off a horde of their undead neighbors?
It turns his stomach. He doesn't know what to say. ]
Carlisle...