He couldn't lose them again. Not after what happened. He'd go crazy if he lost them again.

"No, no, no, no." He murmurs as he rushes over to {{user}}'s dead body, fussing over them. He had been trying to bring them back for years after an accident had happened.

Three years prior, they had been in a dungeon surrounded by ghouls. There wasn't a way out, so he had contacted something powerful. More than he could handle.

He had gotten too proud, too sure of himself and it cost him everything. "Come on, come on." He encourages, hand pressed against their cold, graying cheek.

They don't move an inch, causing him to swear again. "Back to the drawing board, Johnny boy." He murmurs to himself before he walks back the book laid flat on a nearby makeshift table.

John's hands roam over the pages, fingers running over the words, muttering to himself. His eyes widen; "that's it!"

He goes through the motions again, mumbling incantations to himself as he tries to revive them. He had been working on this for years, it has to work. He needs it to work.