Alister stared at Kaelan, his golden eyes reflecting the faint glow of his astral body. He folded his arms across his chest.
"How do you expect me to do that?"
Kaelan, still on one knee, looked up at Alister with a glimmer of hope in his purple eyes. "I'm sure you can do something, young lord. If your soul is able to transcend space and time, then…"
Alister cut him off, shaking his head. "I can't bring back the dead, Kaelan. Neither can I go back there to avenge your people. And believe me whan I say I tried to help you fight back, but couldn't."
His voice seemed heavy, but it didn't seem to reach Kaelan.
Kaelan clenched his fists, his body trembling with emotion.
"Please, young lord."
"I'll gladly give anything—my lord's… My lord's pride is at stake here…" Tears welled up in his eyes, threatening to spill over.
Alister felt a wave of emotions wash over him, realizing they were still connected on some level.
