Two wizards and two soldiers appear in the desert, a few feet away from a tired slave caravan.
They nod at each other and disappear again.
"Are your random genocide victims going to be comfortable here or are you thinking, like, your family and friends and stuff?"
“People who died in accidents in the last couple of years. So they will be able to reintegrate straightforwardly.”
“They won’t be able to reintegrate at all, everyone they knew is dead and everything they knew is gone. I don’t think there’s much reason to bother.”
"Oh, pardon me, I forgot that people who no longer think highly of you are better off dead and that's why I was messily annihilated the other week."
I'm kind of confused. I think she's - somewhere between 'relying on the fact there's no one alive she cares about for her bargaining position' - not with us, necessarily - and 'doesn't want to owe us a favor' and 'scared she won't care about them anymore'.
"Are anyone's worlds likely to impose restrictions on who can be resurrected - lots of countries forbid resurrection of a person who was executed, for example -"
"Well, we can't take anyone back until we've sorted that out. I don't expect we'll care if people resurrect them somewhere else?"