[Excuse you, Qubit, he meant real necromancers. Carlisle refuses to admit to basically being one, no matter how many undeads he raises by accident or how many times Scraps puts himself back together without permission.
He notes that Qubit only indirectly answers the question about his family; though his response explains why that may be, Carlisle finds it unsatisfying, especially in light of Qubit's desire to do better in regards to the uneven distribution of information between them. He cannot help but wonder if Qubit doesn't speak about his family now for a reason — it's not as though anyone in Anchor can use that information against him, can they?
Carlisle sighs quietly, trying to assure himself inwardly that it's nothing personal. It must be the principle of the matter: Qubit had better not get into the habit of bringing them up, lest he risk whatever identity he's built for himself as a superhero.]
I cannot imagine living like that. I can see where it would be the pragmatic choice in such circumstances, but I suppose I have a difficult time picturing it because I've never had a choice at all.
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He notes that Qubit only indirectly answers the question about his family; though his response explains why that may be, Carlisle finds it unsatisfying, especially in light of Qubit's desire to do better in regards to the uneven distribution of information between them. He cannot help but wonder if Qubit doesn't speak about his family now for a reason — it's not as though anyone in Anchor can use that information against him, can they?
Carlisle sighs quietly, trying to assure himself inwardly that it's nothing personal. It must be the principle of the matter: Qubit had better not get into the habit of bringing them up, lest he risk whatever identity he's built for himself as a superhero.]
I cannot imagine living like that. I can see where it would be the pragmatic choice in such circumstances, but I suppose I have a difficult time picturing it because I've never had a choice at all.