A laugh breaks, to soft to be hysterical, but not happy at all. Closer to a sob, but not that either. Not entirely. He shakes his head.
"No. I don't know. There was a girl who could tell I'd been changed but... I think, uh... I think she senses... problems. If that makes sense. Like, things that hurt... you know..." Trauma. That's the word he's looking for.
God, he hopes that's all it is.
He shakes his head again, and says, "There was never anything more after that. No mask or... hunger." Though he feels a little sick to say it, expression twisting. "I can't even sense things." He mentioned before to her how much trouble he had telling the dead and living apart.
"...My heart is here. I know, skeleton, that doesn't always make sense, but... whatever it is. Center or soul... It's here. I always notice it now. I'm not like I was then."
No more shrieking curses, wailing pleas. No more wanting what would truly kill him. No matter what...
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"No. I don't know. There was a girl who could tell I'd been changed but... I think, uh... I think she senses... problems. If that makes sense. Like, things that hurt... you know..." Trauma. That's the word he's looking for.
God, he hopes that's all it is.
He shakes his head again, and says, "There was never anything more after that. No mask or... hunger." Though he feels a little sick to say it, expression twisting. "I can't even sense things." He mentioned before to her how much trouble he had telling the dead and living apart.
"...My heart is here. I know, skeleton, that doesn't always make sense, but... whatever it is. Center or soul... It's here. I always notice it now. I'm not like I was then."
No more shrieking curses, wailing pleas. No more wanting what would truly kill him. No matter what...
"I won't be that again."