*spoilers for tcf part 2 chap 16*
Fuck i cant even imagine how that must feel. Mary literally grew up being singled out for her markings, treated as otherworldly, and even when she found new family, she was still alone.
Yes, she was surrounded by people who love her, yes, she was known as a great hero who indiscriminately saved lives. But. She was still alone. The Last Necromancer.
Yet now, finding others who look exactly like her, have the same powers as her, been through the pain she has. She’s literally living in a world where necromancers are emperors. It must be an insane whiplash of emotions. She can finally, finally, feel some sense of familiarity with others.













