"They... repair us. We don't stay dead because they can put our souls into new bodies. Bodies exactly like what we've always known."

He was right but the tower was different. The administrators played god there. It had been so much easier to deal with this there. It was the norm there and others had endured more than he had, understood what could and would happen.

Here he was alone.

"How can I have walked the Paths of the Dead unbothered and yet find fear in my own memories..?"