Sarethvane lay in a cemetery. It was his favorite pastime. It was so peaceful here, and the Wills were truthful, for once.
They didn't think too much of themselves, they weren't marred by hopes and dreams, false as they may be. They just told an account of what was. And that logic was one that Sarethvane had always appreciated.
Many thought that Wills instantly vanished after death, and in action, that was true enough… but what didn't disappear were the frayed edges of what was left behind.
Wills were all interconnected. The Charisma they used influenced the world around them, morphing and changing things. But when a person ceased to be, the influences they had once had didn't.
When you die, you might leave children behind that had some lingering similarities to yourself. You might have sown great Karma when you were amongst the living and people might long remember after you were dead… whether for good or for bad.
