[ Well, he's irritated about being taken for a fool and used only for his body. It makes him annoyed, petulant, a child with arms akimbo shouting at a god. ]
It wasn't free? So the water was trapped before but is now free. Those earthquakes in the arena, did that set it off? Or something else?
[ It's not really directed at the god, just random musing. He's intelligent enough if he forgets himself. ] It wants bodies. Oh, huh, there was like, black stuff growing on people in some other places. Is that the same thing? [ And then, realizing who he's talking to: ] Not that I expect you to know that if you aren't even aware of the undead— wait. [ Arrogance forgotten, Mo Ran stares at the god, trying to piece things together, mouthing the words the god just spoke. ]
This water. It wants flesh and bodies. It's what's making dead people undead. Do you know where it comes from?
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It wasn't free? So the water was trapped before but is now free. Those earthquakes in the arena, did that set it off? Or something else?
[ It's not really directed at the god, just random musing. He's intelligent enough if he forgets himself. ] It wants bodies. Oh, huh, there was like, black stuff growing on people in some other places. Is that the same thing? [ And then, realizing who he's talking to: ] Not that I expect you to know that if you aren't even aware of the undead— wait. [ Arrogance forgotten, Mo Ran stares at the god, trying to piece things together, mouthing the words the god just spoke. ]
This water. It wants flesh and bodies. It's what's making dead people undead. Do you know where it comes from?