[ It's odd to hear words that he himself might have said, once upon a time, still healing. ]

Well, there's a certain strength to undeath, though it takes some getting used to. Some things can no longer reach them, even if those who are cognizant enough to realise it might wish otherwise. [ Poor Héctor. ]

A pathologist? I see. [ He doesn't show approval either way; simply acceptance. Though of course, he's pleased that she's taken his words seriously, he thinks that she doesn't want to be seen as seeking his approval for it. ]

I admit, I'm curious. Will you study more mundane diseases, or more magical ones? [ He thinks he can guess, but he won't assume. Miach is someone who tends to be surprising, in any case. ]