By all standards, that is exactly what cultivators are trained to handle. Malevolent ghosts. Spirits. Demons seeking to possess and torture. Resentment tangles his insides -- it would be nice, he thinks, if he could dismiss Moiraine's words with a curt I cannot help you and walk away, content in his loathing.
But now his curiosity has sat up on its hind legs like a rabbit sniffing the air, too insistent to ignore.
Be wary, he reminds himself, and sighs a tired breath as he shoves some loose hair away from his face.
"Where are they coming from?" Short, simple questions. As little room as possible for her to dance around the truth.
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By all standards, that is exactly what cultivators are trained to handle. Malevolent ghosts. Spirits. Demons seeking to possess and torture. Resentment tangles his insides -- it would be nice, he thinks, if he could dismiss Moiraine's words with a curt I cannot help you and walk away, content in his loathing.
But now his curiosity has sat up on its hind legs like a rabbit sniffing the air, too insistent to ignore.
Be wary, he reminds himself, and sighs a tired breath as he shoves some loose hair away from his face.
"Where are they coming from?" Short, simple questions. As little room as possible for her to dance around the truth.