"Yes, well, unfortunately our late friends believed otherwise and wanted to take pains to convince others of their opinion." She says it lightly, as though this isn't a life and death situation they're discussing. Undeath.

Hawke stands up and paces, aware that all three of them are watching every step she takes. The sun is almost set, and the more that slant of light on the wall has slimmed and dimmed, the stronger she's felt. Though she doesn't feel better by any definition, least of all her own. "Have you ever heard of anyone being turned against their will?"