[ There's a reluctant shift of her feet, an anxious twitch of her wings; it isn't so subtle it's easy to miss, and eventually Koharu gives a slow nod of her head. ]
... Yeah, I get it. Did you find some kind of clue to make you think so?
[The twitching makes him feel a bit bad, honestly. He shouldn't be pestering a kid about this, but then...kids get mixed up in bad shit all the time. He knows that all too well.
Not like he'll beat her about the brow with anything, but he sure would have appreciated grown folks giving him a bit more credit growing up. So, respectfully, he carries on.]
We're pretty fleshy still, for one. Even woke up with bandages all over, like we're supposed to be healing from our mortal wounds. But that doesn't track, now does it? Why would a soul need polysporin and a bandage wrap?
And...well. Yes, I got knocked around. I hit my head pretty hard, and maybe that was enough to kill me, but it might not have been.
Then there's all this redemptive test bullshit. The promise that maybe, we'll get sent back. So what, they just press rewind and stick us back in a revived corpse? Or wait three days and make us pop out like Jesus?
[ Koharu listens, but her mouth purses into a thin line. Her expression shifts around, as if she's having difficulty finding the words she wishes to say, but eventually she manages something. ]
I... wasn't expecting that we could get sent back to the time we, um—left. Did they ever say what we are right now? Just... souls?
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Oh. Do you mean like... dying?
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[He halts his rifling a moment, looking for the words in some measured distance.]
Looking for leeway. Part of me feels like maybe, these final blows weren't quite so final. You get what I mean?
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... Yeah, I get it. Did you find some kind of clue to make you think so?
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Not like he'll beat her about the brow with anything, but he sure would have appreciated grown folks giving him a bit more credit growing up. So, respectfully, he carries on.]
We're pretty fleshy still, for one. Even woke up with bandages all over, like we're supposed to be healing from our mortal wounds. But that doesn't track, now does it? Why would a soul need polysporin and a bandage wrap?
And...well. Yes, I got knocked around. I hit my head pretty hard, and maybe that was enough to kill me, but it might not have been.
Then there's all this redemptive test bullshit. The promise that maybe, we'll get sent back. So what, they just press rewind and stick us back in a revived corpse? Or wait three days and make us pop out like Jesus?
It's fishy.
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I... wasn't expecting that we could get sent back to the time we, um—left. Did they ever say what we are right now? Just... souls?
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Honestly, I didn't ask. I guess I was preoccupied thinking about other things. Mostly if we could return at all in the first place.
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