All of Jon’s eyes focus on the young girl in front of him for just a moment before going back to minding their own business. Perhaps the novelty would set in once the discomfort faded.
It occurs to him then that he’s speaking to what appears to be a child. A dead child.
Best not to unpack that right now.
“I- maybe?” He says. “What… is this place?” It’s difficult to tell what’s real anymore, especially after not ten minutes ago he was being harassed by the flying baggy skins of his predecessor and perhaps the only person with any real answers. It was as disgusting as it was absurd. Perhaps this is a dream, or a vision.
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All of Jon’s eyes focus on the young girl in front of him for just a moment before going back to minding their own business. Perhaps the novelty would set in once the discomfort faded.
It occurs to him then that he’s speaking to what appears to be a child. A dead child.
Best not to unpack that right now.
“I- maybe?” He says. “What… is this place?” It’s difficult to tell what’s real anymore, especially after not ten minutes ago he was being harassed by the flying baggy skins of his predecessor and perhaps the only person with any real answers. It was as disgusting as it was absurd. Perhaps this is a dream, or a vision.