"So, working with the beasts not as fun as you imagined?" asked Scab.
"I have been forced to work for people with similar if not worse knowledge," responded the head in the jar. "At least she is learning. What are you doing to me again?"
"Tragedy is sowing the knight commanders head to your bodies shoulders," answered Scab. "We are replacing the eyes with blood stones that have a piece of fathers eye mixed in. It should allow you and father to see through them."
"You need to break that habit of calling him father while on the job," commented Blunt. "Father and son is not a healthy relationship to have on the battle field. Its things like that that bring him to the front line where he has no business. You should think up something else to call him when you are working. I would say commander or general but that does not feel right for this organization. War master or Scourge master might be suitable."
"I think I get what you are saying but we never rest," replied Scab as he crafted the red jewel.
"He is a human he should need to eat, sleep, drink, and shit like the rest of us" responded the head.
"I have been… animate for a few weeks now," responded Scab. "He has not slept once. Just one experiment, after another, after another, after a review of a previous experiment, after another experiment. He stopped eating living food weeks ago he lives off life force exclusively now. The unlife turns anything he eats into an undead in his stomach if he tries. He stopped drinking even water a week ago according to Bags. If he doesn't eat, he doesn't defecate. At least not the way you would if you had the parts necessary."
"Yes, I am aware I am a head in a jar I did not need a reminder," responded the war mind. "None of you have seen him sleep?"
"No," replied Scab. "Not even the pail lurker the oldest of the undead has been able to catch him sleeping. He just tinkers with either a corps or the living flesh. The only time he stopped the experiments was to collect materials or to conserve his moonlight but those aren't problems right now as he has plenty of both now. Your head is attached can you tell us if it's working."
The former man saw through red colored glass. His eyes unblinking as other colors bled back into his vision. he tried to open his mouth to talk. He heard nothing and couldn't feel his mouth and all his body felt numb. He could feel it was there, but it was separated from him.
"It feels of," declared the mind. "Am I moving I can't tell?"
"Yes, you are moving," responded Scab. You have also bitten off a piece of the tongue. I'm sure we can sew it back on, but you might want to stop chewing on it. Focus on turning your head for now. Make sure its on their properly."
The war mind shifted its vision left and right looking around the room. It saw the dead priest and woman staring at him with near hollow eyes.
"Take it slow," soothed Scab. "When occupying a corpses body it takes some time to figure get accustomed to the new body. Most of this corpse is yours but it is a corpse. Not everything will work the same as when you were alive."
"I figured," spat the old soldier. "It's a shame the little soldier down stairs wont be saluting the ladies ever again."
"The what?" asked the wight.
"Ask your father," answered Blunt not wanting to explain sex to a corps but interested in listening to the necromancer try. "It's a conversation a father should have with his son when he is the right age. Outsiders shouldn't spoil it."
"I shall have to ask father about this little soldier latter," Declared Scab. "Tragedy tell Pus to get in touch when he finishes so we can ask father together about the little soldier."
The war mind stopped listening to the trio of wights thoughts as he stumbled around in his body. The world was quiet and almost without feeling. His body was starting to respond better to his thoughts but the absence of sound and most feeling in his body made his movements static.
"Well you are moving and seeing," declared Scab.
"yes but I can't hear or feel anything," replied the mind.
"I will work on it,' Chimed a slightly more feminine sounding mind.
"Who is this and why does it sound like a girl?" asked the mind confused.
"I am Tragedy," replied the mind of the dead woman in the dress. "The body I inhabit is a woman's and the shreds of her memory I have make me feal I should sound like this."
"So are you wraiths resurrected humans" asked the mind confused.
"No," responded Scab. "We are not the minds or souls of the bodies we are born in. Pieces of a person's memory linger in a corps. When we were born, we… inherited some of the fragments. The experiences do not belong to us but are still ours. They help us to develop our own minds. They shape the way we solve problems and perceive ourselves among other things. Pus is not here because he has something else to do but also because he remembers cursing you and your grenadiers as he choked to death on his own vomit."
"I shall keep my distance," declared the war mind. "why don't you two hate me?"
"It was a man on a horse who interrupted my wedding," responded Tragedy.
"Honestly I hate your stupid face," answered scab. "I remember that man stabbing me and killing my flock in my temple. But the opportunity to decapitate that bastard was fun and I imagine he would be terribly upset to learn it was used in such a way."
"Well…" thought the former yellow coat out loud.
"Anyway we have finished sorting the prisoners," declared Scab rapidly changing the subject. "we finished sorting out the yellow and orange coats. As per the agreement you had with father we will be giving them a cart to fill with gold and let them leave you are welcome to supervise as you can now see."