(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

My mortality swirled through me, viscous and thick. The tempest of its
motions welled, and for a moment I feared that I might burst from it...
But then it began to settle, like a wave after crashing against the shore. It
essence seeped into the cracks and crevices of my spirit, filled in wounds
long forgotten and sealing gaps that had been left with countless deaths. I
shone like a sun. My eyes burned like stars. Each moment a hundred
lifetimes revealed themselves to me, a thousand...
So many wounds, so many deaths of memory, so many fissures... I had
forgotten not only the incarnations past, but what it was like to be whole
again. The countless shreds of my existence sealed together, my mortality
cementing them tight. I was a Sensate, and this was merely another
experience. I was a Godsman, and this was merely another test. I'd been a
murderer, a madman, a poet, a priest, a scavenger, a mourner, a scribe, a
merchant, a butcher, a baker, a scholar, a mage... countless lives and
countless incarnations strung together like pearls once scattered, clicking
one by one into a single chain.
And the world calmed once more... placid as a quiet pond.
I closed my eyes and felt deep inside, exploring the depths of my mind. A
million new memories chattered away and I swept them aside, searching for
the gap where my spirit had once laid. Nothing. Where that ragged wound
was, that hole that led to a deep oblivion inside my being, there was only a
smooth continuity of essence.
I was whole.
I was healed.
I was one.
And I knew now, the totality of life and death. I pressed against the veil that
laid between this world and the next, and it bent like gauze at my touch. A
little further, and I directed the threads over Morte, to weave him back into
his corporeal form in a nimbus of light...
Yet as I reached out with my power, Morte suddenly floated into the air.
"Eh... hold up, chief. You don't need to resurrect me; I was uh, just kind of
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