"Why would that be convenient?"

"There is an expectation among humans - and other sorts of people - that you not hurt other humans badly in the way that he did. When someone violates that expectation, the other people will punish them. They might kill them or send them to prison or hit them or take their money or make them apologize or turn them into a statue or just express anger in their direction. Since everyone knows this, fewer people will hurt others in that way. This is called deterrence. He did not know that other people would react this way - he was in a place where they would not react in that way - but the way that humans experience the motivation to react in that way is a strong internal sense of disgust and anger, and they still experience it even if it doesn't have any deterring potential in the specific case, and expressing it still helps deter other people around. 

So if I had hurt people in that way, and did not want to be punished, I would tell you that I hadn't, because then I might escape punishment. Even if they suspected me of lying they might limit the punishment out of hesitation at the possibility they were punishing wrongly."

Rubelite looks at the statue.

"In her case it's just that she wasn't happy and wanted to stop being aware of that. If her one of us appears she wants to wake up again, but she doesn't expect it because she's been dead too long for Khemet to magic her back."

"I can only bring back people who died in the last 150 years."

"Why?"

"Limitation of the spell. Most spells have a time limit, 150 years is honestly on the upper end for one. If I were a stronger cleric it could go a bit longer but not much longer. Three hundred years at absolute most."

"I don't suppose Abadar can do any better? Or would be inclined, I guess, I don't know what kind of relationship you have going on there."

"If she's in one of our afterlives he might be able to get her, no matter how long it's been. I don't know if she would be, though."

He tosses her a crystal ball. 

Scry scry scry.

"...she doesn't look very dead."

The scry shows a young human driving a Jeep.

" - huh."

"Do your afterlives have cars?"

"Assuming that's a car, not that I know of."

"Why can we scry on her? You couldn't scry on anyone else you tried, right?"

"Maybe being us just helps a whole lot? We could get, like, Telcar - do you want me to call you that or Hagan? - we could get him to look for alternate versions of him and so on."

"We tried for Mirelótë's husband enough times that we should've been able to get him even if he's very good at throwing it off, and even with the limitation of not knowing him well. I guess it's possible that's some specific feature of her world and the others will work fine."

"My save against scrying isn't impressive, I can look for mes."

"I mean, maybe being outside the usual set of planes is such a huge disadvantage that you can't overcome it just by trying a bunch? Maybe Mirelótë could scry her husband. Or if you have one of him here he could. Do you, did you check?"

"Would probably have been one of your grandfather's advisors, involved in your father's life when he was growing up, optionally with a traumatic past of some kind, I assume if the name was very reminiscent you would already have noticed. But also my Maitimo isn't here yet, so you could try him. Tyelcormo is not on the right planet to get word where it would need to go right away unless he can convince Huan to help and Huan is only inconsistently willing to do things that aren't exactly like being a dog."

"I can look for your me."

Belmarniss tosses him the ball.

He attempts this without success. 

"How bad are we running down that ball at this point?"

"We've been swapping them out but we may be close to the last one I have available."