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

"You've destroyed me!" Soego screamed, "You've taken the Dustman ways
and the path towards True Death, then you've taken the one person who
would've made life bearable!"
"SELADRIL'S DEATH WAS NOT OUR INTENT," the chorus of voices was less
painful now, but cold and unapologetic.
"But why..." Soego croaked. Perhaps he could throw himself at the mass of
rats. With their hive mind and magic potential they could surely have given
him a quick death.
"THE PRIMAL URGES GRANTED BY OUR GIFT WOULD HAVE JEOPARDIZED
YOUR SALVATION THROUGH TRUE DEATH, AND IN SO DOING DRAWN YOU
TO US FOR THE CURE. WE WOULD STILL HAVE YOU SERVE US, AND WE CAN
REWARD TO IN EXCHANGE."
Soego crumpled to his knees, his voice bitter, "What would a pack of vermin
need from a Dustman? And what could you possibly offer in return?"
"YOU CAN WALK AMONGST THE UNDEAD FREELY WITH THE PROTECTION
OF THE DEAD TRUCE. WITH THAT SHIELD YOU ARE TO GO TO THE DEAD
NATIONS, SEEK OUT THE SILENT KING, AND KILL HIM. IN THE PROCESS, SOW
DISSENT AMONG THE UNDEAD AND BREAK THEM APART. WE DO NOT
TRUST THOSE WHOSE MINDS WE CANNOT SEE. WE DO NOT TRUST SILENT
MYSTERIES. AS FOR REWARD... WE OFFER YOU SELADRIL."
Soego fought back the tears, "You are a fool, Many-as-One."
The hive mind was unimpressed, "WE HAVE POWER BEYOND YOUR
UNDERSTANDING, BIPED. WE OFFER YOU SELADRIL."
"Fool!" Soego cried, "Even if her body were intact, even if you had a scrap of
her flesh to work your magic, a Dustman cannot be returned to life! Just as
the Dead Truce is unspoken law among Dustmen, so is this! Her soul is
already beyond the reach of mortal magic!"
And Soego gasped, as he felt the fingers of a soft, lily-white hand curling into
his own.
"WHAT WE OFFER IS MUCH SIMPLER, SOEGO OF THE DUSTMEN."
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