"Yeah, resurrection's actually pretty dangerous if you don't know what you're doing." But not for the Vahishta. Not the same way, at least. Soul sickness wasn't a risk Duncan had to worry about.
He lifted his head, his hand moving down to his mouth. His eyes slid toward Ezra, a sort of direness in his face, subtle, but there. "I really fucking hope so," he muttered.
What was his plan now? He didn't have one. He had a for-now, which was to find what he could from the ex-Vahishta's records, work on fixing the epidemic, and learn all the things his bishops and cardinals were shoving at him to learn. All that had to calm down before he could actually plan for anything.
"Don't think I have one yet," he answered. "Right now I'm just sort of going along with whatever needs to be done. Cure some diseases, learn some shit about my job--you know?
"But I'll dig through the old Vahishta's stuff and see what I can find, and when I get a spare minute I'll send an e-mail to the others to lay out what we know and what we can do about the greycloaks."
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He lifted his head, his hand moving down to his mouth. His eyes slid toward Ezra, a sort of direness in his face, subtle, but there. "I really fucking hope so," he muttered.
What was his plan now? He didn't have one. He had a for-now, which was to find what he could from the ex-Vahishta's records, work on fixing the epidemic, and learn all the things his bishops and cardinals were shoving at him to learn. All that had to calm down before he could actually plan for anything.
"Don't think I have one yet," he answered. "Right now I'm just sort of going along with whatever needs to be done. Cure some diseases, learn some shit about my job--you know?
"But I'll dig through the old Vahishta's stuff and see what I can find, and when I get a spare minute I'll send an e-mail to the others to lay out what we know and what we can do about the greycloaks."