Necromancers see most life as just a walking pupal stage, the cocoon before the beautiful construct within that fleshy frame is free.
A necromancer lives a cursed life, bringing the beauty out from inside every living form but knowing they’ll never see their own lustrous, gorgeous freedom.
One of the hardest spells a necromancer can learn is to give free will to one of his thralls. Not only because of the sacrifice and skill involved, but like the court jesters of old he now has a creature who can give him an honest appraisal of his worth as a ruler, and what scares a ruler most than the risk of knowing how reviled they are among their subjects?
The susurration of wind through graveyard trees hits different, for in truth it’s the sound a thousand ghosts watching the living walk among their resting places and trying to call out, to let you know that they’ve achieved happiness and rest in the beyond.