Odd grabbed my arm, turning me to face him. “I understand that. Do what you feel is right. But consider this. You created him. A healer. We always assumed Tohon used his life magic to revive the dead. What if it wasn’t his life magic, but just magic in general? What if Sepp could add to the army of dead? Or one of Tohon’s other magicians?”

A terrifying thought. I glanced at Yuri. A body empty of life. “You have a point. But how can we test your theory? I’m not going to kill—”

“Avry, we’re at war. Fatalities are a regrettable aspect of it.”

“Oh.”

“No,” Flea said. “I’m not doing it.”

“Doing what?” Quain asked.

“Odd wants to test if I can revive the dead.”

“You don’t have to,” I said.

Odd let go of my arm. “There’s no one else.”

“No way.” Flea hugged his chest. “You can’t force me.”

I glared at Odd. “No one is going to force you, Flea. Besides, I don’t have any more serum and the Peace Lily told me I’d only get one sack.” And the lesson had been learned. Stop trying to use the Lily to revive the dead or it might just work.

“At least wait until you talk to Prince Ryne before you decide about Yuri. There’s no need to rush. He can’t do anything. He’s not in any pain.”

Odd made sense, but guilt and fear pushed me to fix my awful mistake right away. An illogical part of my mind thought if he had a proper burial, my guilt over killing him and turning him into an abomination would disappear. The logical part already acknowledged that I’d carry that guilt for the rest of my life. And then there was the fear. Had Tohon branded me like he’d claimed?

Unable to make a decision, I appealed to my guys. “What do you think?”

“Take him outside and finish this now,” Flea said without hesitation.

“I’m inclined to agree with Odd on this,” Loren said. “We should consult with Prince Ryne. He might have a different perspective. But, Avry.” Loren met my gaze. “I’ll support your decision either way.”

Quain rubbed a hand over his head as if smoothing down imaginary hair. “Flea told us you couldn’t heal Yuri even though you tried. I think we shouldn’t tell Prince Ryne about the attempt or he’d be upset.”

“Upset is putting it mildly,” Loren muttered.

Quain ignored him. “Yuri was going to die regardless—”

“But I had no right—”

“Hush, I’m still talking. I think if it was me, and you turned me into the not dead, or whatever you call them, I’d want you to learn as much as you could from me in order to help our army.”

“A rather long-winded way to say he agrees with Odd,” Loren said.