[It's as if he's back in Abyss, looking into the eyes of a man obsessed with the dead and not comprehending a damn thing. He supposes it's a common wish, to revive the lost. One their Archbishop herself is not immune to, should this line of conjecture hold truth. Yet, he cannot say the same for himself-
He cannot look them in the eye. His neck is forever crooked, staring at his useless hands and the dirt laden with worms who never got a chance to taste the royal blood raised on their soil.
Now, too, he stares at the ground.] You suggest her madness began long ago, and we were simply fooled by a facade? [How plausible the science and magic behind this tale are is utterly beyond his reach, but the conclusion he draws is simple.
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He cannot look them in the eye. His neck is forever crooked, staring at his useless hands and the dirt laden with worms who never got a chance to taste the royal blood raised on their soil.
Now, too, he stares at the ground.] You suggest her madness began long ago, and we were simply fooled by a facade? [How plausible the science and magic behind this tale are is utterly beyond his reach, but the conclusion he draws is simple.
He knows it well.]