audio; un: Sabriel.Abhorsen

[bindsthedead]

They're dead.

[Sabriel's voice comes out, far more emotional than her usual, carefully controlled tone, far grimmer than the bubbliness she'd faked while undercover. Instead, Sabriel sounds like she's on the edge of hysteria.]

They were dead the whole time- that was why the orb started draining me when I tried to sense them- it was blocking me but now I can't stop feeling it-

They all died. All at once. Hundreds of deaths all at the same time. But there aren't any spirits- and that many people, all dying so suddenly, some of them should have tried to linger. But there's nothing.

No spirits. Just the death.

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[bindsthedead]

My family's work is to make sure the Dead do not walk in Life- mostly, that means fighting anything that does come back, and forcing them beyond the point of return.

It also means dealing with other necromancers, who seek to raise the dead.

[pursuit]

[ He wonders, then, what she'd make of the ghosts that haunt their campus. Ghosts that play sports with them, teach them how to cook, spook them for fun.

But she didn't say ghosts, so it must be more than that. ]

So I guess people judge you based on what the others do, huh? I kind of get that. I mean, I earned the way people looked at me, but I can imagine it.

[ And he wouldn't want to be looked at that way now. ]

But it sounds to me like you help people out.

[bindsthedead]

I do. But the magic I use is inherently dangerous.

[And that's a fact that's not easily forgotten by anyone who's had to fight the Dead.]

And using it for a good purpose doesn't make it safe.

[pursuit]

Where I come from, any magic can be dangerous. Use too much at once, and you can go berserk... Hurt yourself, hurt others.

[ He's seen it for himself a good handful of times now. ]

Comes down to being responsible with it, right?