[ he looks away, for a moment, chuckles humourlessly. ]

What, right before their death? So what would she get out of a boy sacrificed to a demon, utterly terrified? Or a girl, stabbed through the chest and bleeding out on the floor?

[ edwin, niko — unfair, unfair, unfair. he shakes his head. ] That's not what I meant. A death's a death — whoever it is that dies, whether they deserved it or not, however they went... there's no undo button.

[ because no matter what, that life... is gone. and it's not that he disagrees with root, not really — yeah, sure, there's deaths that people don't deserve, and deaths they do. there's deaths people choose, and deaths they don't. but in the end, ] I can't bring back anyone, can I? Every single unfair death, every ghost I meet, whether they deserved to die or not... there's no way to bring them back to life. There's enough death in the world without me adding to it. Maybe someone's fit to choose who deserves to live and who deserves to die, but as long as I can't make sure of the former, I'm not gonna do the latter, either.