He is, in fact, palms outward and step light as he carries heading into the distant no where, with no true understanding of his whereabouts — doing just that. What is there to fear, of and from the dead?
Nothing. They're delightful, obedient, disciplined, kind. Hector should only wish to be so blessed by their presence, compared with the ever more deceitful living company. This man, at least, appears... honest to a fault. Forthright.
"I'll speak to the others. There are others, aren't there? That wasn't a lie? The woman Karsa was — ...angry."
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He is, in fact, palms outward and step light as he carries heading into the distant no where, with no true understanding of his whereabouts — doing just that. What is there to fear, of and from the dead?
Nothing. They're delightful, obedient, disciplined, kind. Hector should only wish to be so blessed by their presence, compared with the ever more deceitful living company. This man, at least, appears... honest to a fault. Forthright.
"I'll speak to the others. There are others, aren't there? That wasn't a lie? The woman Karsa was — ...angry."
Perhaps for her reasons.