He nods, drifting along, his presence blacking and withering the overgrown plants. "You are correct. My vision has changed, and you almost got it right. I can see energy. I can also see infirmities, diseases, and injuries." His white eyes glow like white candle flames. "Life aura appears green, necrotic and darkness as black, and so on. I can't feel things the way you do anymore. Everything feels like how you'd [i]remember[/i] holding or touching something. If you were to touch my scythe, you'd feel it's cold metal. I remember what the metal feels like, almost like how you feel things in a dream. I can also trace what kind of magic that a being has used the most. Your's mostly appears to be scrying magic, divination and so forth. For [i]holy warriors[/i]," He spits the words out like they cause him physical pain, "They have the presence of their deity surrounding them. A mantel of sorts. Their power tries to brighten the darkness, and I can feel the imbalance that it's creating. If the balance is upset, my Patron has instructed me to restore the balance, by any means possible. I believe that healing magic is actually a adaptation to necromancy. What is healing if not the manipulation of the life aura in the body? However, I do understand the mistrust and concern that necromancy brings. I can taste different emotions, like fear, hope, love, and pain." He lifts his hand, and a black fireball grows in his palm. "Necromancy does have the problem of twisting and corrupting every other kind of magic however. My spells will still do there intended function, but twisted and warped. If I were to use this fireball on someone, their flesh would burn like dry kindling, but their possessions would be untouched." The fireball vanishes. "I am also permanently hovering. Although....I've never been able to get feedback on what my kind of healing feels like to the recipient. Would you be willing to try?" He holds out a black, skeletal hand.