Ghosts, vampires, zombies. This is her reality now. This is life. This is the kind of shit that she needs to just accept as normal. So that's fun.
She takes a deep breath. This is fine. Everything is fine. Fine fine fine.
She can't think of herself. She can't think of freaking out. If she does, she will, and then she'll be useless, to herself and to everyone else. So, instead, she focuses on Drake.
"What happened to them?" She nods her head at his hand. "The person you wanted to be human again for. Are they here with you?" She kind of doubts that he'd be twisting the ring like that if they were. You only need the touchstone of memory for things you've lost, not for things you still have and are able to cherish. Doesn't really work that way. Still, she can hope.
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She takes a deep breath. This is fine. Everything is fine. Fine fine fine.
She can't think of herself. She can't think of freaking out. If she does, she will, and then she'll be useless, to herself and to everyone else. So, instead, she focuses on Drake.
"What happened to them?" She nods her head at his hand. "The person you wanted to be human again for. Are they here with you?" She kind of doubts that he'd be twisting the ring like that if they were. You only need the touchstone of memory for things you've lost, not for things you still have and are able to cherish. Doesn't really work that way. Still, she can hope.