Wait, hold on, so the people--when they come back, do they... come back whole, or...?
Ah-haha...well. They'll be fine! They're still themselves, no weird zombies, no demons (...) none of that stuff. But whatever killed them, uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...doesn't always heal right away.
He'd assumed at the time that Yakko's knowledge was all secondhand, or it didn't bother him. Maybe he was wrong. And maybe, though Mono is intimately familiar with death--wearing it like a shroud, clinging to him like the breeze of displaced air as he moved--Yakko wasn't. Like the youngest of the children he ever knew, it still scared him to see something die. Because he wasn't meant to be real.
This is so hard to think about. He just misses his friend.]
I spent all day looking for him, [he murmurs into the crook of his elbow, in that scratchy, miserable way.]
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Date: 2021-06-11 06:31 am (UTC)Wait, hold on, so the people--when they come back, do they... come back whole, or...?
Ah-haha...well. They'll be fine! They're still themselves, no weird zombies, no demons (...) none of that stuff. But whatever killed them, uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh...doesn't always heal right away.
He'd assumed at the time that Yakko's knowledge was all secondhand, or it didn't bother him. Maybe he was wrong. And maybe, though Mono is intimately familiar with death--wearing it like a shroud, clinging to him like the breeze of displaced air as he moved--Yakko wasn't. Like the youngest of the children he ever knew, it still scared him to see something die. Because he wasn't meant to be real.
This is so hard to think about. He just misses his friend.]
I spent all day looking for him, [he murmurs into the crook of his elbow, in that scratchy, miserable way.]