[Well, that is something, and a horrible something, from the sound of it. Carlisle has dealt with many an undead in his time, most of them former adventures and warriors, shambling husks with no sense of identity or morality. Risen beasts were rarer, but not unheard of, certainly not when a talented necromancer was afoot. He has been lucky to never have to deal with undead children.
Well, he was until now. He doesn't exactly have a soft spot in his heart for kids, but there's no denying the tragedy of something like this happening to them, their entire futures stolen from them in a matter of minutes. They were damned through no fault of their own, irreversibly changed through circumstances rather than choice.
Perhaps it wounds Carlisle so because he can relate. He presses a hand to his middle absentmindedly, resting on the same spot he grasped reflexively in his agony. The scars still ache from time to time through the relative emptiness he feels there; he assumes what pangs he feels now are from the agitation of his energies rather than compassion.]
But why are they here? [He tries not to sound accusatory; neither of them can handle that right now.] And who are 'we'? Those other people?
[He cocks his head slightly toward the ruined picture.]
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Well, he was until now. He doesn't exactly have a soft spot in his heart for kids, but there's no denying the tragedy of something like this happening to them, their entire futures stolen from them in a matter of minutes. They were damned through no fault of their own, irreversibly changed through circumstances rather than choice.
Perhaps it wounds Carlisle so because he can relate. He presses a hand to his middle absentmindedly, resting on the same spot he grasped reflexively in his agony. The scars still ache from time to time through the relative emptiness he feels there; he assumes what pangs he feels now are from the agitation of his energies rather than compassion.]
But why are they here? [He tries not to sound accusatory; neither of them can handle that right now.] And who are 'we'? Those other people?
[He cocks his head slightly toward the ruined picture.]