He blurts that out before he can bite it back, decide whether or not it's something he should say to this near-stranger he once knew. The rest of what she said was so painfully on the nose for what he does remember -- that he was scared of what would happen, that he was worried about what would happen to the people he knew, that he was angry about the inevitable -- that it pushed his immediate response out of him, as though she'd finally been wrong about something.
She wasn't, of course; she was just as ignorant as he had once been. He'd been right to be scared, right to be worried, right to be angry. Not knowing he would rise as an undead meant he'd foolishly assumed all would be better after his passing; his concern for his people led him to seclude himself away in his estate, where it would be too late by the time his corpse was found. His anger was likely what helped keep him animated now, as vile energies tended to fester in all undead. It all built to an unfortunate finale that was the end of his home, despite his best efforts.
His response is out there now, and so he explains himself better, wringing his hands together. "I didn't know who I was when it happened. I wasn't alive. I wasn't aware. I do not even know how- how long I was gone."
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He blurts that out before he can bite it back, decide whether or not it's something he should say to this near-stranger he once knew. The rest of what she said was so painfully on the nose for what he does remember -- that he was scared of what would happen, that he was worried about what would happen to the people he knew, that he was angry about the inevitable -- that it pushed his immediate response out of him, as though she'd finally been wrong about something.
She wasn't, of course; she was just as ignorant as he had once been. He'd been right to be scared, right to be worried, right to be angry. Not knowing he would rise as an undead meant he'd foolishly assumed all would be better after his passing; his concern for his people led him to seclude himself away in his estate, where it would be too late by the time his corpse was found. His anger was likely what helped keep him animated now, as vile energies tended to fester in all undead. It all built to an unfortunate finale that was the end of his home, despite his best efforts.
His response is out there now, and so he explains himself better, wringing his hands together. "I didn't know who I was when it happened. I wasn't alive. I wasn't aware. I do not even know how- how long I was gone."