“Your souls are scarred,” Quatach-Ichl said matter-of-factly. “The damage is faint now and will probably go away completely in a few years, but less than a year ago you must have been in an absolutely miserable condition. A normal person would take years recovering from something like that. Much of it would be spent comatose, too. I guess I should add soul magic to the list of things you are inexplicably proficient in?”
Dammit. So he could detect it… though it didn’t look like he recognized it as something inflicted by him in particular.
“Does it matter?” Zach challenged.
“No, I guess not,” Quatach-Ichl said, frowning. “But it makes me even more certain you are not really who you present yourselves as. You are fortunate I have something else occupying my attention at the moment, or e
