[ Jimmy knows when to get out of the way. He lets the old man talk—mouth loosening into a smirk at the crack about his age, but otherwise comparatively restrained. At some point he brings the paper back down, leaving it in grabbing range without quite extending it to the other man.
Haunted. That's all he really knows of the place, his magical new pocket watch spitting out John Constantine's verdict. Immortality's even harder to wrap his head around. He imagines going home to Kim, laying it out over beers: so one day this group of people decided they were fed up with dying...
Unthinkingly, Jimmy twists the ring on his pinky finger. The last part, at least, brings it back to earth—desperation, that's something he knows. False hope he could write a book on. ] Miracles don't come cheap. What were they gonna pay for it?
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Haunted. That's all he really knows of the place, his magical new pocket watch spitting out John Constantine's verdict. Immortality's even harder to wrap his head around. He imagines going home to Kim, laying it out over beers: so one day this group of people decided they were fed up with dying...
Unthinkingly, Jimmy twists the ring on his pinky finger. The last part, at least, brings it back to earth—desperation, that's something he knows. False hope he could write a book on. ] Miracles don't come cheap. What were they gonna pay for it?