[It is basically a cult, but luckily(?) Palamedes has been sent to cottagecore prison for treason, so he has that going for him.

He blinks.]

No, it means I'm a wizard.

[Who will finally be putting his wire away, after he looks down to pinch some, hm, blood off the end he had stuck in his hand and start to roll it up. Don't mind this, simple supply care...]

I won't bore you with the storied history of necromantic-vs-non- social strata in the various Houses, because honestly, I was never all that interested in it myself. But no, when I say some of us are born to do it, I mean the rest of our people can't. I was born a necromancer the same way I was born with crap eyesight; it's innate, unlearnable. Not a developable skill from nothing.

[Wire tucked into a pocket, he turns to look at the nearest tray of spare medical odds and ends someone has left over here to use as needed, moving a few things around. He does still think Shinichi is Clearly Unwell, so maybe if he can find a thermometer... like some kind of non-necromancer, because the guy is weirded out, for sure.

So it's only polite.]

Looping back: "my kind"? What kind is that for you?