The life of a Necromancer is not easy.

Pity should be reciprocated. I pity you, oh dead one. For your meaningless death at the age of seven, for the terrible confusion surrounding you, and for everything you possessed. Remember, society is to blame, having rewarded you with death and forcing you to contemplate the essence of non-existence. Oh, I pity you, I truly do. May the song of pity be stronger than the song of the elves, may the grief of loss be proclaimed by the horns of the empire...