“I’m dead, aren’t I?” Dillon continued, when he was met with nothing but silence. “I look dead. I look quite dead, actually, but feel very alive. How did that happen?” Aislinn pointed numbly towards Caer, still lying on the floor, wide-eyed. “He can bring back the dead,” she explained. “Not… not like that, though,” Caer mumbled. “Like what?” asked Dillon. “Um… sentient. You should be so, so…” “Oh,” said Dillon, like he was brought back from the dead every other day, “well, here I am!”
