Haytham smirked a bit. It certainly wasn't a voiced sentiment in his era, but he could recognize the youthful rebellion in her rejection. "We've all lost more than our fair share in all of this. Sadly, of all the things we've found in this world, bringing back the dead is unlikely to be among them."

He turned and narrowed his eyes at the map, clasping his hands behind his back, "What we have to do is make sure the sacrifices of the fallen don't go to waste."

{Sacrifices. Is that what you're calling it?}