It was an expression of his will, a proof of his path. This was why he had earned a unique class, because when it all came down to it, when everything in his life had fallen, Kashi had learned. He had grown. He was the healer who never made it in time, all he could do was bring back the dead.
In a sense, was that not what a necromancer was? Someone who did what a healer could not, bring back the dead.
While he did not have the power to completely undo death, one day he hoped he would have access to the legendary resurrection spells Lady Paimon had told him about.
Beyond the veil of the world of Aetherus, out there in the heavens in the realm of gods, there was a magic that made resurrection... possible.
Perhaps that was why he found the ability to forgive. But there was also a chance he would never achieve it. That was fine.
"At least I gave it my everything..."
That was more than enough, knowing he had fought with everything he was.
"Manata, I'm sorry I couldn't save you..."
