( He listens. To his credit, he listens until the man Wei Wuxian has done, until he offers no indication of meaning to go on.
And what a tale this is, wholly macabre. Wei Wuxian speaks, and Zenobius, watching on, can hardly blink along with his revelations. But he says, blandly: )
The work of the institute was never to bring back the dead.
( Surprising, isn't it? What he does remember. ) It was to achieve immortality. Rousing the dead would be a gamble. You don't know what they've suffered on the other end. You don't know how many pieces of the whole you're still resuscitating, or what comes back to you. No, Ellethia didn't... want 'undeath.'
this is far more effort than this man deserves
( He listens. To his credit, he listens until the man Wei Wuxian has done, until he offers no indication of meaning to go on.
And what a tale this is, wholly macabre. Wei Wuxian speaks, and Zenobius, watching on, can hardly blink along with his revelations. But he says, blandly: )
The work of the institute was never to bring back the dead.
( Surprising, isn't it? What he does remember. ) It was to achieve immortality. Rousing the dead would be a gamble. You don't know what they've suffered on the other end. You don't know how many pieces of the whole you're still resuscitating, or what comes back to you. No, Ellethia didn't... want 'undeath.'