"How on earth did Lady Mystra ever take a fancy to him?" Luka asked earnestly. "He looks useful, but in practice, he's just a mountain of trouble, isn't he?"
Edna did not answer. She actually felt the exact same way... Although their memories were virtually shared, she still understood some of Midnight's inner monologues only on a superficial level.
She did not know whether that Midnight deep within her soul simply preferred not to let her own reincarnation see her past foolishness too clearly.
Tch.
On second thought, Edna could understand her feelings.
Besides, Khelben was not entirely useless, but after he tangled with Saffras, he turned into a complete asshole.
The end result was... making Midnight look like a fool as well.
Still, a Midnight who had her subordinates engaging in infighting while remaining completely oblivious certainly wasn't smart either.
Edna gently shook her head, seemingly hearing no sound of water, and comfortably went back to looking at the tablet on the table. Although she wasn't particularly concerned about the life or death of those individuals, they were her future subordinates after all, so she still needed to check out their performances before deciding which one to resurrect when the time came.
Never mind Khelben; she would wait until the Fate Tablet stirred up trouble again next time before considering whether to resurrect him and send him along the Path of Fate.
Anyway, these Chosen could always find something to possess and act as ghosts even after death, while taking back the Silver Fire to make him fade away completely—Edna felt she wasn't that cruel yet... After all, other Chosen would be watching to see what kind of attitude she held toward her predecessor and her predecessor's legacy.
Edna wasn't willing to invite trouble for herself over this fellow.