young_oldman | IC Inbox: Empatheias

[ There's an unsettling feeling in him that comes from that, first from the description of the ghost, and then hearing that they had been sentenced to death. A spirit sentenced to death?...

Red bites on the inside of his bottom lip, unsure. ]

But... if she's really exorcised...doesn't that mean she can move on? Isn't that different from killing them?

[ Wasn't that allowing them to rest? How did you kill a ghost anyway? ]

Were it only so easy. But if this world will not let us go through death, it follows then, that we cannot forcibly remove a spirit from here.

[Briefly his hand curls up into a tight fist, and the fire in front of him flares up, as if someone had thrown fuel inside it.]

[ Really, for a ghost, it seems like a situation that should be different. ...What a difficult area of thought.

Red's eyes flicker to the raised fist, the way that the flames burn, before they lower to the ground, spotting Lapras's shadow. --ah, shadows. ]

I don't want to worry you, but did you get checked out if she left a grudge on you? You got strange suddenly, and your shadow...it was like something was living in it.

[ wait, poor choice of words. ] Not literally--but it looked like a pile of tentacles.

[Grudge? No, she wouldn't be the one with the grudge on him. If anyone has any thoughts of vengeance right now, it's him. And if anyone should come for him, seeking his blood...it would be those poor men. The thought of that causes his shadow to flicker, before it begins to stretch behind him again.]

It's just the island. Playing on our emotions. [He says, his voice low.]

[ With the discussion on it, the way the shadow begins to react--Red's lips press in their already closed state, a brief crease at his brow. ]

If you're sure... you would probably know better than me. [ His hand touches over a knee, the other arm bent in rest, keeping it still. ] Emotions show some pretty weird things. One guy makes feathers appear out of nowhere with his. Another time...a boy made petals appear when we were on the lake. I guess it all means something important to them.

[He doesn't have much to respond to that, other than a soft shrug of the shoulders.

With the topic moving away from ghosts and hauntings, his shadow returns to its normal shape, and the fire returns to its previous size. But there's a lingering chill in the air, and it's not one that can be banished by a simple fire.]

[ The response--or lack of one--is fine. They were just words for words, a different place of thought than spectres and possible curses or grudges. It might not bring a total calm (his chill doesn't quite reach the boy, near to creatures of warmth and calm, even when cold-blooded), but that's not something an unknown company can really do anything about.

And if things had played out differently, perhaps he wouldn't even be here right now, having moved on with his day. But there's no rush in his legs, no telling in his head to do so. He lets the silence be for a small while, before speaking up once more. ]

You're really far out from the city. Do you live in one of the villages?

[The silence is not unwelcome, but it is little comfort either. Still, there is nothing this boy can do to help him. In fact he should probably get on his way now that things are...somewhat settled between them. There's no reason for him to stay. He had just been about to stand when Red speaks up.]

No. What of you? [He had gone out this far to avoid people, after all.]

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