Dorian offers her a lopsided smile. He knows where his shard is in his chest not from warmth but from pain. "So you're saying that I'm a bit S.O.L. if I want the dwarves to get rid of mine."

Even so, the theory seems sensible to him. In some ways, it is just an extension of sympathetic magic, and other kinds of magic Dorian has well learned over the past hundred years. The part resonates with the whole, the cornerstone with the building. As above, so below.

"I don't suppose memories of any of my deaths would help me summon forth its powers? There are a few very vivid ones that would count in evoking strong emotions."