"They do," Dorian nodded, and he believed it was very much like soldiers on the mortal plane heeding the call to serve. Because they wished to serve and protect. "These are the spirits that are drawn to battle - they are given purpose, and then once they fulfill that purpose, they move on to be with the Maker. It is...the cycle of life, you could say?"
Birth, existence, the ceasing of breath, crossing over into the afterlife, tying up loose ends and unfinished business. It had been that way since the dawn of time.
Magic was created to serve man, not rule over him - though granted, with the potential for things going awry in that sense, it was why Templars even existed. A fear of magic had been instilled and that fear was more dangerous than any powerful spell. But in his world, things would get better. The Circles had fallen apart, and they could be turned into educational institutions rather than prisons - it was a nice idea.
"I will show you, sometime. It is a lot more complex than throwing fire, but Necromancy is an entirely respectful craft - honoring the dead, and respecting them. I don't take advantage of that."