"What, and be responsible for everyone? I'd kill myself. Would I have to be arrested for killing myself?"
"Murder's a murder, you know," Gabe said innocently. "We might have to arrest you anyway. Duty and all that."
"Good," Melissa told Stephanie, completely ignoring the banter, and then pulled her in for a hug. "I prefer my daughters to be real."
John had belated handed Solomon his cane before he left, and Solomon was leaning on it, watching the souls of Valkyrie's parents with a mixture of chagrin and curiosity. Chagrin, because it seemed like it should have been personal; curiosity, because there was no way he could miss it and this was a very bright manifestation of things he'd already been seeing without quite knowing it.
Love. It was malleable. Valkyrie's parents didn't even have wings, and it didn't seem to matter. Their souls were holding her tightly anyway.
He was so focussed on parsing it that Desmond's question took him by complete surprise. "I beg your pardon?" The ex-Necromancer blinked at him for a moment. "Ah. Yes." He paused for a moment. "Magical healing is as difficult as doctoring, if in a different way. The manner in which I was blinded proved too difficult to heal, because it ... well, it used a sort of magic which doesn't leave much room for healing. Or creation. Of any kind."
Necromancy's most basic attribute was to sunder souls from the lifestream and use them as a power source instead. It really wasn't surprising that it would be impossible for anyone other than an angel to fix it.
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"Murder's a murder, you know," Gabe said innocently. "We might have to arrest you anyway. Duty and all that."
"Good," Melissa told Stephanie, completely ignoring the banter, and then pulled her in for a hug. "I prefer my daughters to be real."
John had belated handed Solomon his cane before he left, and Solomon was leaning on it, watching the souls of Valkyrie's parents with a mixture of chagrin and curiosity. Chagrin, because it seemed like it should have been personal; curiosity, because there was no way he could miss it and this was a very bright manifestation of things he'd already been seeing without quite knowing it.
Love. It was malleable. Valkyrie's parents didn't even have wings, and it didn't seem to matter. Their souls were holding her tightly anyway.
He was so focussed on parsing it that Desmond's question took him by complete surprise. "I beg your pardon?" The ex-Necromancer blinked at him for a moment. "Ah. Yes." He paused for a moment. "Magical healing is as difficult as doctoring, if in a different way. The manner in which I was blinded proved too difficult to heal, because it ... well, it used a sort of magic which doesn't leave much room for healing. Or creation. Of any kind."
Necromancy's most basic attribute was to sunder souls from the lifestream and use them as a power source instead. It really wasn't surprising that it would be impossible for anyone other than an angel to fix it.