[His correction comes swiftly but gently. The dead in Spira are buried or burned, long gone and revisited only through the glow of the pyreflies on the Farplane. He is not one of them...a mere memory. He will not be reduced to that.
And it is so very strange...to feel that way, and yet feel none of the bitterness that usually accompanies such thoughts and feelings. Instead, clasping his hands behind him, he remains calm and attentive. And perhaps empathetic as well, for Sabriel, whose very purpose is to prevent those like him from reigning over the earth, has been led to believe up to now that he is as alive as she is.
He almost feels sorry for having misled her. No...he does feel sorry.]
I met with a most unfortunate accident back home...at the hands of those who had betrayed Yevon. Murdered in the very temple it was my duty oversee. I should have told you sooner, and yet...
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[His correction comes swiftly but gently. The dead in Spira are buried or burned, long gone and revisited only through the glow of the pyreflies on the Farplane. He is not one of them...a mere memory. He will not be reduced to that.
And it is so very strange...to feel that way, and yet feel none of the bitterness that usually accompanies such thoughts and feelings. Instead, clasping his hands behind him, he remains calm and attentive. And perhaps empathetic as well, for Sabriel, whose very purpose is to prevent those like him from reigning over the earth, has been led to believe up to now that he is as alive as she is.
He almost feels sorry for having misled her. No...he does feel sorry.]
I met with a most unfortunate accident back home...at the hands of those who had betrayed Yevon. Murdered in the very temple it was my duty oversee. I should have told you sooner, and yet...
[He shakes his head.]
What will you do?