You’re the strongest warrior there is, and I know my death won’t slow you down. If anything, you put the head of what killed me on a spike!
That the acolyte was already dead hadn't deterred Prakordian - in fact, it made things easier, for a dead man had few defences. Sorcery had forced the lips to open and speak, condemning the tattered lungs to draw breath and the pulped brain to remember. On the stone floor of the temple, the forest of chains sighing above and the torn banners still smouldering, Prakordian had forced out the truth.
"I'm Yul Brynner and I'm dead now." — I'm sitting there, thinking, what the fuck is he selling?
"I regret that we cannot meet in person, but by the time you hear this, I shall have been dead for over three thousand years."
— Blake's 7, "City At The Edge Of The World"