[ he saw her die, saw the knife jab into her throat, saw it strike through where people don't usually come back from even in his own world, even where stacks can typically cycle a life. but this isn't what happens in his world of immortality, not a sudden quick healing of a sleeve, not in the sudden seconds where her eyes had been lifeless and now she's blinking up and looking right at him.
not saying anything else for a moment, he just stares down at her in shock before he blurts out. ]
Yeah, you. You're the fucking ghost.
[ as if to make sure he didn't just imagine it, he brings up his own bloodied hand that had tried to close up the wound, soaked in crimson, as he mutters again. ]
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not saying anything else for a moment, he just stares down at her in shock before he blurts out. ]
Yeah, you. You're the fucking ghost.
[ as if to make sure he didn't just imagine it, he brings up his own bloodied hand that had tried to close up the wound, soaked in crimson, as he mutters again. ]
What the fuck?