Handing Out

"I am sorry, My General… The negator resists us still, our caste is deeply ashamed of this continued failure" Citil, the mind splitter lowered her abominably inflated head, the eyes swimming within it looking all sad and disappointed, as though she was going to cry.

"His will is strong, I was already aware that breaking him would take much time, so do not take it as a failure, spend as much time as is necessary and use this opportunity to instruct members of your caste" what Loimos was stating was just facts, but to the undead before him, it was like he was shining down on her with his magnanimity and unending kindness.