[Eleven hums shortly with a careful eye on Five's pallor. There isn't much more he can do for him, save for perhaps finding a pail for him. It gives him something to do, a way to focus himself while he muses through the vague remarks.
The dead should be allowed their peace, but Five had never seemed terribly interested in trying to put undead souls to rest. A change of heart possibly, but it still strikes him as a side of strange. The body in the lake hadn't been just any ordinary undead, infused as it had been with the power similar to the mirror on the slave ship]
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The dead should be allowed their peace, but Five had never seemed terribly interested in trying to put undead souls to rest. A change of heart possibly, but it still strikes him as a side of strange. The body in the lake hadn't been just any ordinary undead, infused as it had been with the power similar to the mirror on the slave ship]
..Was killing it meant to accomplish something?