No... no, little boy. I would wear your skin. ( Is it... laughter, next? A sound that ripples, erupts, spreads. A long and strained cackling. )

Questions... questions... who knows? Who knows? ( More of the laughter. ) What do you mean... undead? Speak plainly, little emperor. We have not all been so... free... to witness what you speak of.

( No, some have been chained in a pitiful hellhole for centuries. )