She paused and considered. "At first, sorrow. I lost my mother when I was still young, but I was a prodigy with magic. I sought ways to bring her back, long before I understood what I was doing. My father tore her apart, my first skeleton, when he saw us together. I didn't understand; I had my mother back, he had his wife... why was he not overjoyed?" She sighed. "I left, soon after, not entirely of my own choice. Death was a natural part of the cycle, but that didn't mean that it had to end there. I sought to learn more, to harness the knowledge I had already acquired, and grow it further. The dead have many useful applications; unquestioning soldiers, untiring workers. But most are too afraid of their own mortality to see tham as anything but monsters."