"So you all did this to yourselves, which is really delightful. It's been over fifty years since I left the Soul High Tower, and I can imagine what a ghostly spectacle Andrey must be now, with its ever-growing fame as terrifying as the disturbances it causes in the City of Wandering," Dexterous healed each of the three one by one. The bright patches that covered their skeletal surfaces followed Dexterous's arm as it extended a bright blue glow, leading into his body, where they sparkled and flickered like electricity through his translucent pinkish-purple form.
"That's not healing, Dexterous," Shiny, the first to regain consciousness, said as he looked at the silently contemplative Dexterous. "You haven't healed the pain, you've just transferred it onto yourself, taking our place in suffering. Dexterous, you..."
