[ yeah! turns out anders was right! creepy children are never to be trusted! Rest in peace Stanley ... ]
It's ghosts.
[ the setting is unfamiliar in that modern way that much of heaven itself tends to be, but the image before them is not. the cramped infirmary at the Kinloch Hold had seen more than its fair share of mages young and old who were too terrified to face another day, who could not stand the idea of going on. Tell them all I'm sorry. I love them, and I'm sorry.
For all the stubborn refusal to listen to a demand in an in-between place, it's harder to ignore the last request of a man already slipped away. ]
[ well. that's definitely a jarring change of scenery while it lasts, and those last words echo in his head for a little longer than he'd like as he glances down at the pinky that was linked in stanley's just a moment ago — or maybe a long time ago.
[Once the vision disappears, it's not long for the rest of you either. You don't fall back asleep. It's a bit more like capping off a dream. A soft fade, and when you come to
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Oh no. It's ghosts, isn't it?
[rest in peace stanley i guess! nice to meet you and see your death!]
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It's ghosts.
[ the setting is unfamiliar in that modern way that much of heaven itself tends to be, but the image before them is not. the cramped infirmary at the Kinloch Hold had seen more than its fair share of mages young and old who were too terrified to face another day, who could not stand the idea of going on. Tell them all I'm sorry. I love them, and I'm sorry.
For all the stubborn refusal to listen to a demand in an in-between place, it's harder to ignore the last request of a man already slipped away. ]
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he slips his hands in his pockets and exhales. ]
Great.
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you're at home in your bed. There's birdsong outside, family members moving and shaking, and a whole wide, chore-free day ahead of you.
What were you even dreaming about? Something about a tub?]