That was better. That was more like it. Completely wrong, of course, but that simply vicious tone was more like what Tenebrae would have expected from Wreath. His fist slowly unclenched in his pocket, and he smiled. "Aren't you? Almost 400 years of your life, ignored, just like that? I think not. You'll always be a member of this Temple, Cleric Wreath. Accept your title along with that."
Tenebrae didn't expect an answer. The thought was simply enough, but wholeheartedly embracing it would be hard enough while Solomon was healing. It was impractical to hope he'd embrace it now. Tenebrae could probably rely on further insistence that he wasn't a Necromancer anymore - maybe even a barbed insult. But with no hope for acceptance just yet, he didn't see the point in giving Solomon any more time to think about it.
"You'll notice you still have one of your eyes." Taking away the gravity of the situation, it was almost amusing to look at. Almost. As it was, Tenebrae was trying very hard not to let his throat close up on him. "I'm willing to stop here, as long as you're willing to answer some of our questions. What do you think?"
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Tenebrae didn't expect an answer. The thought was simply enough, but wholeheartedly embracing it would be hard enough while Solomon was healing. It was impractical to hope he'd embrace it now. Tenebrae could probably rely on further insistence that he wasn't a Necromancer anymore - maybe even a barbed insult. But with no hope for acceptance just yet, he didn't see the point in giving Solomon any more time to think about it.
"You'll notice you still have one of your eyes." Taking away the gravity of the situation, it was almost amusing to look at. Almost. As it was, Tenebrae was trying very hard not to let his throat close up on him. "I'm willing to stop here, as long as you're willing to answer some of our questions. What do you think?"