"not here right now.
leave a message. will get back to you soon.
probably."
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NOTE: As of 12/2016, Rey has adopted the alias "Fiona Stransky" when working with the Guard. Something to keep in mind, as Rey maintains a low profile with her involvement in the group. Other than what is mentioned in the Guard records, there is no trace of a "Fiona" identified on the network.
Yes. That's why Revenants are so rare. They are an anomaly, one we don't see often because we burn the bodies of the twice-cursed.
[Which he is. His eyes flick to her as he wonders if she'll take that implication seriously. He knows what's coming for him, and given what he can do -- what he could do if he became a vengeful, malicious, magic-using undead -- it's not pretty.]
[Eloquence might not be her forte, but he admires her for her pragmatism.]
Please.
[He wrings his hands together.]
An undead who can compel others, with no worries of the effects on their frame, no quandaries or compassion to bind them... I cannot let that happen.
[The way his double compelled Shadow to protect him might have been a glimpse into the future. How many in Hadriel are immune to his abilities? And how many are vulnerable? How many friends would be forced to fight one another as his Revenant shielded himself with their bodies and powers?
Wh-- Seriously? You want that? There's really no other option?
[You'd think he would try harder to fight for his soul, or at least Rey would assume so. She also can't say that she blames him for wanting to have a backup plan, in case the worst does happen.
[As this thought quickly runs through her mind, she sighs and shakes her head.] Will do it. Only if it has to be done. Not like you can use your mind tricks me, anyway.
[Hopefully that applies to Carlisle's case whether he's dead or alive.]
[He sighs, somewhat... relieved, as painful as it is to admit.]
Thank you, Miss Rey. I—
[He laughs, the sad laughter of a man who has utterly accepted his fate for the time being.]
I wanted to leave behind a legacy worthy of my name. I understand now that that is impossible, here or in Bear Den. I know nothing short of necromancy that could help me with this, and even then... I cannot say it would be a worthy endeavor, nor one that would do anything but delay the inevitable.
[His voice drops; it is hardly a whisper.]
What did I do to deserve this? What did my family do? If I had died so long ago, when I was cursed with this wound, their legacy would be intact well beyond my death. Instead...
[He trails off. He shouldn't talk like that; he's well aware of those who would never allow it. Rey herself is usually one of those. However, he can't help but wonder how much better he might be if he'd picked a different pursuit in his life -- if he'd wanted something other than to continue his family's legacy with pride. Perhaps if he had, the disappointment he finds with himself would be far less oppressive.]
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[Which he is. His eyes flick to her as he wonders if she'll take that implication seriously. He knows what's coming for him, and given what he can do -- what he could do if he became a vengeful, malicious, magic-using undead -- it's not pretty.]
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So, what? You want me to smoke your body if you kick it so you don't become one of those things?
[What an eloquent way of putting it, Rey.]
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Please.
[He wrings his hands together.]
An undead who can compel others, with no worries of the effects on their frame, no quandaries or compassion to bind them... I cannot let that happen.
[The way his double compelled Shadow to protect him might have been a glimpse into the future. How many in Hadriel are immune to his abilities? And how many are vulnerable? How many friends would be forced to fight one another as his Revenant shielded himself with their bodies and powers?
And worst of all, would Glacius be one of them?]
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[You'd think he would try harder to fight for his soul, or at least Rey would assume so. She also can't say that she blames him for wanting to have a backup plan, in case the worst does happen.
[As this thought quickly runs through her mind, she sighs and shakes her head.] Will do it. Only if it has to be done. Not like you can use your mind tricks me, anyway.
[Hopefully that applies to Carlisle's case whether he's dead or alive.]
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Thank you, Miss Rey. I—
[He laughs, the sad laughter of a man who has utterly accepted his fate for the time being.]
I wanted to leave behind a legacy worthy of my name. I understand now that that is impossible, here or in Bear Den. I know nothing short of necromancy that could help me with this, and even then... I cannot say it would be a worthy endeavor, nor one that would do anything but delay the inevitable.
[His voice drops; it is hardly a whisper.]
What did I do to deserve this? What did my family do? If I had died so long ago, when I was cursed with this wound, their legacy would be intact well beyond my death. Instead...
[He trails off. He shouldn't talk like that; he's well aware of those who would never allow it. Rey herself is usually one of those. However, he can't help but wonder how much better he might be if he'd picked a different pursuit in his life -- if he'd wanted something other than to continue his family's legacy with pride. Perhaps if he had, the disappointment he finds with himself would be far less oppressive.]