"Can you answer those questions?"
Seeing the white-scaled Monster's silence, the Undead Lich pressed.
"You offer Souls and Bodies to Necromancy. You offer everything in its pursuit. You care about the lowly being born from that? It's pathetic. You don't understand Necromancy, or yourself. They just rise up you say? A Necromancer isn't that simple. You offer up and use everything for the sake of your goal and pursuit. Friends, foes, allies, lovers... I've even seen some use family members. You take them all, and turn them into puppets. Their Soul is bent and broken to fit whatever it is you want. You care about them? Of course, you do. They were made for and by you after all. All of them-"
"Shut the fuck up." Mark interrupted, his eye wide with repressed anger. "Are you trying to get a reaction out of me? Cause that's not happening."
