But it's heatless, arid. The sort of objection that speak of an academic interest in debate, sooner than genuine indignation. He speaks not of undead, but of same-souls forced back into bodies, under command. Of pure and pristine revival, not the artless and uncivilized recreations here exhibited.
Far from Hector to judge, but the look of disdain aimed tirelessly in every-each direction speaks a long, pained rhetoric of his declining faith in the skill and knowledge of the practitioners who woke these creatures.
The corridor is long, dusk-shrouded. Enticingly soothing. Calm. He walks, increasingly at ease.
"You just jousted on a rhinoceros. It can't be me you're afraid of."
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But it's heatless, arid. The sort of objection that speak of an academic interest in debate, sooner than genuine indignation. He speaks not of undead, but of same-souls forced back into bodies, under command. Of pure and pristine revival, not the artless and uncivilized recreations here exhibited.
Far from Hector to judge, but the look of disdain aimed tirelessly in every-each direction speaks a long, pained rhetoric of his declining faith in the skill and knowledge of the practitioners who woke these creatures.
The corridor is long, dusk-shrouded. Enticingly soothing. Calm. He walks, increasingly at ease.
"You just jousted on a rhinoceros. It can't be me you're afraid of."