“Another good reason to convince them not to,” Pal says with a wry smile that is fully devoid of humor.

He knows Valdis well enough to understand she’s doing something to gather more information, though what, exactly, he isn’t sure. Pal had never fully understood the bounds of his roommate’s powers. The reverse, he supposes, is probably true.

Along with the crew, all human and relatively unremarkable, Valdis is likely to encounter a few anomalies in her search for souls. There’s a necromancer in the sickbay, a seriously injured woman stubbornly clinging to life. And then there are two people, both currently asleep, both possessing bodies that do not belong to them.

Pal looks at Valdis with a flat expression. “My current state was not meant to be the modus operandi, no.”