To be honest, Eleanor wasn't really surprised. One could see it coming from a mile away, you did too, didn't you? Still, a curiosity that had always been in her mind, seemed to burn brighter than ever. Many questions, but the biggest- How was this possible?
"Why tell her?"
It was Ansel. He stared at the stranger. But he seemed more sad than angry, which was weird because she expected him to get angry. The man then spoke again, but not out of righteousness. Rather, it was as if he was talking purely out of logic.
"The question is, why not? Were you really planning on hiding such a thing? Let's say you were. For how long? If not forever, the blow would still be the same, I think. If forever... well, I'm sure anyone would figure out eventually.."
It seems like this stranger had a habit of getting lost in his thoughts. He continued to mutter to himself, completely ignoring the both of them, which only made the atmosphere tenser. Ansel was strangely quiet too. This seemed to be a social cue for Eleanor to speak up.
"Um, I'm assuming you are a priest? For only holy water can-" The stranger interrupted her,"Tut tut tut, do not compare my prowess to that. Half of the holy water you get is fake anyway."
" Sir, you're going off topic. I understand that she needs to be informed, and you'd explain better than I would."
The man cleared his throat upon Ansel's words, "You're right. So the gist of it is, miss, you died. I was wandering nearby and your brother begged for help. And so, I revived you, with a cure made from my very own hands."
"A cure for death?"
" Well death isn't a disease so calling it a cure is a bit..., anyways, It's still not the final product, so tell me if you develop any problems."
That didn't satisfy Eleanor's curiosity at all. She'd gotten that much already. What she needed to know was how a cure to death could exist and how it was even made. But she concluded that it was not exactly the right time for a lot of questions. Hence, she stood up, with support from Ansel.
Her only nice dress was drenched in blood. That would take a year to clean, and would it even be worth it with how much wear and tear that cleaning would bring about? This one was going to become a rag, she thought. About a 100 Seurods for a new decent one, and she would rather use that on food.
She bowed,"I'm not sure how you did it, but regardless we're very thankful to you sir.." That's when she noticed that the man was not a man at all but rather, a boy. He seemed about her age or maybe younger, Eleanor was never good with ages.
"Just call me Emile, miss. I'd prefer that over sir. It's a bit formal for my taste. Though it is rude to ask you to change your speech for my comfort, isn't it..? You don't have to do it..."
Yep, this person was definitely an overthinker, Eleanor was right about that assumption.
"Not at all, we're not used to formalities ourselves. It's more comfortable for us too." She lied, for from a young age, manners we're one of the only things she was taught. But Harmony was more important, she thought.
He nodded. Then he turned to Ansel,"Should we revive that guy too?"
Eleanor looked behind. A scene much worse than the one she was a part of. Wasn't that..? How was he dead too? That was impossible..
"No, men such as those don't deserve one life, let alone a second. "