Omnes adsint, quamvis dementi, quamvis nefasti.

The Socialite took likely far too long to come up with an answer in the form of a returned question, but not before checking once more that nobody was listening. "As the only learned Correspondent I know, you are the only one I can ask: death can be undone in the Neath, a simple trial against the Boatman and you're alive once more. But would the pushing of boundaries with use of the Correspondence make it feasible for one who died outside of the Neath to be brought back? Or should I resume my previous plans?"

His palms were outstretched, pleading and imploring. "If you claim it is impossible, that there is no feasible way to push the laws of reality that far, not with the Correspondence, then I will shift course. I will employ my growing understanding of the language elsewhere and avoid beating my skull against the brick wall that is the limitations of science and our understanding of it. But if there is some sliver of hope, some small, almost invisible crack in our understanding that one may slip through, then I plead for the opportunity to pry it open, the resources with which to utilize it, and the like minds that may assist in progress.

"I trust, Emissary, that you will answer me honestly and directly, no softening of the truth."