[There is a soft wind against the side of his head. So this is what death is like; the otherworldly sensation of swaying, swaying, light behind his eyelids and the distant echo of some vast nothingness.
The afterlife smells surprisingly salty. Bright, too. Wait a minute-
....
Well alright. The realisation hits that he is, inexplicably, still not quite a corpse.
Ironically he's almost disappointed.
Here's a disgruntled-looking blonde pushing himself into a sitting position, squinting into the bright daytime. His Soul Gem is still here, brilliant under the sun, heavy on the gold bangle where it rests, and it’s the brightest he's ever seen it. (Huh, interesting.) The others on the raft are complete strangers- unusual, after so long trapped in one place with the same people- and he lets them be for the moment to get his bearings, poke at where he sees the attention-grabbing flash of his name.
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The afterlife smells surprisingly salty. Bright, too. Wait a minute-
....
Well alright. The realisation hits that he is, inexplicably, still not quite a corpse.
Ironically he's almost disappointed.
Here's a disgruntled-looking blonde pushing himself into a sitting position, squinting into the bright daytime. His Soul Gem is still here, brilliant under the sun, heavy on the gold bangle where it rests, and it’s the brightest he's ever seen it. (Huh, interesting.) The others on the raft are complete strangers- unusual, after so long trapped in one place with the same people- and he lets them be for the moment to get his bearings, poke at where he sees the attention-grabbing flash of his name.
#priorities?]