"It isn't life, it is the same as what I have. Necros would never willingly bring one that died back to true life. It is but a mimicry of such a thing. Though it isn't that different from living."
Ludwig's tone stayed flat, practical, like he was correcting a student who'd gotten romantic about mechanics. He didn't bother softening the truth. Soft truth was still a lie, just dressed better.
The lich smiled, it wasn't that of joy, one could see the sadness in those eyes. "I could have obtained something like this if I continued serving…"
The smile didn't reach anything. It sat on the mouth like a mask put on out of habit, and the sadness behind it was old and heavy, the kind that didn't burn but weighed.
"You seem to have a greed for something I have," Ludwig said.
He said it with a faint edge, not accusatory, more like an observation made by someone who knew how greed smelled because he'd worn it himself.
