[ He meets her eyes for a long moment; and then looks away. Slowly: ]
I would be lying, if I said I wouldn't want to. People who've died... yes, I'd like to bring them back.
[ Unconsciously, he begins stroking the top of the coffin, feeling its inscriptions and scrollwork under his fingertips. ]
But I only know one method for restoring a person's spirit to a living body. The original person who owns that body must sacrifice his own soul completely, to be destroyed and never reincarnate.
[ That poor man, Mo XuanYu, whose body he now inhabits: what depths of misery drove him not only to end his own life, but also throw away all chances for a happier life in the future? He presses a hand to his chest. His life now is possible only because of another's hopeless despair. ]
So—I can't imagine that what you say is possible, without some terrible price to be paid.
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I would be lying, if I said I wouldn't want to. People who've died... yes, I'd like to bring them back.
[ Unconsciously, he begins stroking the top of the coffin, feeling its inscriptions and scrollwork under his fingertips. ]
But I only know one method for restoring a person's spirit to a living body. The original person who owns that body must sacrifice his own soul completely, to be destroyed and never reincarnate.
[ That poor man, Mo XuanYu, whose body he now inhabits: what depths of misery drove him not only to end his own life, but also throw away all chances for a happier life in the future? He presses a hand to his chest. His life now is possible only because of another's hopeless despair. ]
So—I can't imagine that what you say is possible, without some terrible price to be paid.