[There's something familiar in this - his sense of utter serenity as the world threatens to come apart beneath their feet. It's not quite apathy. It's not quite the barrier that he couldn't breach and, for a long time, had no inclination to. It's not the plain inability to care because everything that would allow him to has since been locked somewhere inaccessible to him.]
[It's more...acceptance.]
I know.
[He's freaking her out, probably. She's dead. She's dead, and shouldn't be here, but she is, and he's really gotta stop assuming people are dead when they keep coming back.]
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[It's more...acceptance.]
I know.
[He's freaking her out, probably. She's dead. She's dead, and shouldn't be here, but she is, and he's really gotta stop assuming people are dead when they keep coming back.]
Doesn't this seem familiar?