Sorry, not sorry about killing you, Jaime. But you infected Sue with a ghoul seed and I had to kill the hospice patient before her time to release her from your torment. I purged the ghoul seed from Sue but now she’ll have to spend the rest of her life in isolation because no one can trust her. You drove her insane, you fucking shit.
Also pissed you tricked me into breaking into the hospice for you. Thought you hit the jackpot with all those patients unable to defend themselves. Too bad the rats gave you away.
So as I watch your body burn bright in the brighter sunlight, I’m going to hold on to your spirit for a while. Give you some time to come up with a better taunt. “The Little Shaman That Could”? Seriously? I’m not Saami, not a shaman, and capable enough to slice spirit from flesh as you have personally experienced.
I just haven’t decided who to hand you over to. Sorry I didn’t see through the duplicity faster. Poor Sue. She was eager to kill to feed you. At least the patient isn’t suffering anymore. You kinda did her a favor there.
Well. Your body is done burning and the ashes are disintegrating. All that’s left of you, Jaime, is your soul trapped in this stone. The Director of the hospice doesn’t want you.
Hmm. I know a djinn merchant that deals with oddities. Wonder what he’ll trade for you. Immortals keep undead like you for pets after all.
First things first, though. Seal your punk ass in a few layers of enchanted cloth before sealing you in a proper container. I can feel you through contact with the stone. Don’t want you to influence the unwary before I’ve secured your end.