[He thinks the fact that there was a funeral, that that was how they found out, it just made it... stranger. The last funeral he was at, it was for a woman who raised the saviour of all humanity, felled by natural causes.
It wasn't fair.
Grateful to have the distraction, he snorts.] Yeah, sure, but this side of me's been gone for a hundred and twenty five years.
It's practically a ghost. [He picks up the lynx, who meows. His tone's not filled with the usual scorn that it has when he addresses Erastis. Their relationship's decidedly mixed.] Aren't you, you great big numpty?
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It wasn't fair.
Grateful to have the distraction, he snorts.] Yeah, sure, but this side of me's been gone for a hundred and twenty five years.
It's practically a ghost. [He picks up the lynx, who meows. His tone's not filled with the usual scorn that it has when he addresses Erastis. Their relationship's decidedly mixed.] Aren't you, you great big numpty?
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[He huffs, just looking at the two, glancing back up at Irene on his shoulder. Men and their souls...]
More cuddly than one, too.