camille

[undread]

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[scrapdraught]

Greed is universal. [Camille nods, then smiles.] What about you? Do you still pay taxes after death?

[She will continue to drift though the display, pondering each as if it were a museum.]

[undread]

[yes, she will as well.]

I've paid enough dues for a lifetime. Now, I can do as I please.

[scrapdraught]

You're really pitching a solid deal there.

[let her die too.

Her progress slows as she comes to one placard.]

"Luigi Board?"

[undread]

Bringing back the dead isn't so impressive. Any powerful cleric can...

[this is not true for most people.]

[scrapdraught]

Yeah, well. We've been running low on clerics in my neck of the woods.

[undread]

Pity, pity. You have to have the favor of the gods, anyway, and that sort of thing doesn't come cheap.

[scrapdraught]

Oh, I've never had that.

[On or off her own world. She looks again to the board, curious. Heart beating.]

...It wouldn't even be their choice, would it? If they got brought back or not. And if they found out the price?

[She'd hate you.]

[undread]

[she smiles awkwardly at this comment like oopsie you just said something kind of uncomfortable given present company.]

Well, no, we don't always get a say in it.

[scrapdraught]

[She winces.]

Sorry. I was just thinking about what you'd said before. I didn't mean anything by it.

[Except perhaps to discourage her own line of thinking. A newly risen Marian would be a little girl again, and maybe not exactly the one she knew. Camille might not get the chance to see her — it could grant her wish and leave her stuck here anyway, while Marian wandered around Wind Gap wondering where her whole family ran off to.

And if she did see her...Camille shakes her head.]

Forget it. My train of thought's going in circles. Maybe we should head out.

[undread]

I understand what you meant.

[just giving her a bit of a hard time.]

In general, holy magic works with the deceased person's permission. But I agree, those who have been gone do not always wish to return. I knew a woman once - she was killed, and her husband spent many years mourning her, until he asked for a holy man's favor and had her brought back to life. But even though she'd agreed to it, in a sense - having been gone so long, the world and being a living person no longer suited her. She was lost and purposeless.

I don't think the other side is actually so terrible. It's only terrible to be here, longing for someone there.