Behind him, nobody spoke for a moment.
The survivors had all seen Reanimate before. They'd fought beside Camillia for floors, stepped over James's skeletons, slept in camps his wolf guarded. An undead was furniture to Team Zero.
Nobody was treating this one like furniture. Camillia had never talked. The wolf had never knelt there planning anything. What was on one knee in front of James was every ounce of the thing that had just killed eleven people, with all its power and all its mind and all its memory of being killed, held still by nothing anyone could see.
"Well," Finn said finally, to no one in particular. "That's going to take some getting used to."
Marcus said nothing. He watched Alice the way a man watches a chained dog work out the length of its chain.
Then Maeve was on her feet.
