Schmoe said:
Hmm, I thought Lucius just wanted his mommy.
From Chapter 68:
“And what of this one?” the angel asks Dabus, indicating Lucius’ corpse. “I have heard your frequent supplications for his atonement, and it seems a shame to let him pass into the afterlife before he has had an opportunity to redeem his soul.”
“Well, I was going to ask for him to be
resurrected, but I ran out of spells.”
“Very well.” Sonahmiin takes a knee in front of Lucius’ body, and gently scoops the assassin into his arms. The little man looks positively tiny in his embrace, like a child’s doll, limbs hanging limply to the ground. The celestial breathes once onto Lucius’ face, and anoints his brow with a single tear, wept in sincerity for the wickedness of the world. Lucius’ eyes flicker open, and for the first time in their memory, Gwendolyn and Dabus see the cold-hearted assassin smile.
“Actions are the currency of the simple,” the celestial scolds Lucius. “You must learn the importance of motivations. It is not enough to make your enemies from among the wicked—your cause to fight will be judged in the end.” The celestial’s stern frown lightens, “and yes, she is still alive.”
“Who?” Gwendolyn asks, but no one answers.