He shifts his shoulders as the bindings pull at him, working muscle to ease the clasps closer together. He doesn't say anything for a long moment, trying to put together Wangji's words. The dead risen, then put to rest.

"I know a lot of men who would kill to know how to make legions of the dead," he murmured quietly, "Which means they should never, ever know."

A pause.

"How long have you been here?"