"If you want to really generalize... yeah. I think it'd be a lot easier to point out the differences if you saw them, and I mean... usually we do that sort of clean up, putting ghosts and unruly spirits to rest is one of the most important things a Cultivator does," he says. It's harder than he'd thought, trying to explain what he does to someone with no background in it at all.
"And when I say old battlefields, I mean, way before my time. Many of them have been buried, sure, but that doesn't mean they can't claw their way out. Or there's plenty of spirits who find other vessels for their resentment. Like the Nie clan, I think their swords have restless spirits that make them more powerful."
Putting that aside, he considers the rest. Pyjacks? Must be some sort of slang, and it's not hard to recognize it doesn't paint humanity in a positive light. Put up with anything? He hadn't really thought of night-hunting as some terrible chore. Honestly, before the Wen clan started raising the dead to fight in their armies, their work was limited to the occasional water spirit or odd haunting.
"It's not usually so bad, there was just..." it's a lot of things he doesn't want to remember, honestly. For the first time in the conversation, there's little lightness in his voice.
"We usually just get called in for little things. Missing persons, or cursed objects, or clearing out the occasional demon that's gotten too strong, that kind of thing. The other stuff was... there was a war and one side happened to get corpse controlling powers, so the other side did it back, and... you're a Commander, I'm sure you know how it goes," he shrugs, swallowing thickly before pushing a smile back onto his face.
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"If you want to really generalize... yeah. I think it'd be a lot easier to point out the differences if you saw them, and I mean... usually we do that sort of clean up, putting ghosts and unruly spirits to rest is one of the most important things a Cultivator does," he says. It's harder than he'd thought, trying to explain what he does to someone with no background in it at all.
"And when I say old battlefields, I mean, way before my time. Many of them have been buried, sure, but that doesn't mean they can't claw their way out. Or there's plenty of spirits who find other vessels for their resentment. Like the Nie clan, I think their swords have restless spirits that make them more powerful."
Putting that aside, he considers the rest. Pyjacks? Must be some sort of slang, and it's not hard to recognize it doesn't paint humanity in a positive light. Put up with anything? He hadn't really thought of night-hunting as some terrible chore. Honestly, before the Wen clan started raising the dead to fight in their armies, their work was limited to the occasional water spirit or odd haunting.
"It's not usually so bad, there was just..." it's a lot of things he doesn't want to remember, honestly. For the first time in the conversation, there's little lightness in his voice.
"We usually just get called in for little things. Missing persons, or cursed objects, or clearing out the occasional demon that's gotten too strong, that kind of thing. The other stuff was... there was a war and one side happened to get corpse controlling powers, so the other side did it back, and... you're a Commander, I'm sure you know how it goes," he shrugs, swallowing thickly before pushing a smile back onto his face.