"Necromancy isn't something to be fucked with, whether you can or can't bring someone back with it. You do that, all you get is a husk of what that person used to be. You get the body, but the soul, the personality, everything about them is lost." Whether or not she tried to do that is anyone's guess, she's... not particularly keen on giving the details on what she had or hadn't done.

"Sure is a hell of a lot different. Keats depended on the both of us and we were still children ourselves at the time. You know, we tried to sustain ourselves on our love for him for a while after we became liches..." It didn't work. As he can probably put together by the fact she fed on suffering until ending up in this place.

Alcohol. Drugs. God, it's been forever since she's even touched that sort of thing. "Been hundreds of years since I got the chance to touch those kinds of things, but sure, why the hell not. Can't be any worse than it was before." She's huffing and shifting around on the couch to... instead hang off of it, don't question the hows or the whys, Steven.