[ He falls quiet at first, brows knitted together as he works out what to say next, because he's replaying that night and how he'd felt, how he'd tried to calibrate and then reassure that while yes, the proposition had startled him and made him uncomfortable, it didn't have to be too big of a deal.
Abstract being or no, the look on your face animated then by Brother Death, had looked pretty human. ]
Is Brother Death alright? [ It's probably not the question most people may think to ask -- but most people didn't spend several days in the company of Death, watching him be around but keep himself separate, with the exception of well. The only time he could think of was in Russua and Yulia.
There's a wan and quiet laugh as he reaches for that glass of whiskey, knocks back half of it and looks off to one side. ] No, um, sorry. Forget I asked. That's a weird question.
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Abstract being or no, the look on your face animated then by Brother Death, had looked pretty human. ]
Is Brother Death alright? [ It's probably not the question most people may think to ask -- but most people didn't spend several days in the company of Death, watching him be around but keep himself separate, with the exception of well. The only time he could think of was in Russua and Yulia.
There's a wan and quiet laugh as he reaches for that glass of whiskey, knocks back half of it and looks off to one side. ] No, um, sorry. Forget I asked. That's a weird question.