Daud doesn't correct her on it. The general sentiment, after all, has crossed his mind more than once.

"It takes a great amount of skill and magic to bring back the dead," he says, quietly, looking down at Theseus. "... and I've never heard of a spell that could bring back the dead fully aware, and grant them an animas in the process." He examines the wound again, gauging whether it needs stitches or not. He won't do a pretty job of it, but he's had to patch himself up enough without a doctor to know his way around a needle and thread.

"We may not be zombies ... but I do not think we are truly alive, either. Something about us has been irrevocably changed."