She nods a little at the things he describes, though she looks his way quickly when he mentions sleep. He’s right, of course. Hopefully more than he can imagine. (The Ghost, it must be noted, is both keeping silent and watching intently.)
“Shouldn’t whine about it. It wasn’t so bad. Interesting. Would have been better if I could fight, that’s all.” She feels pretty bad that she has so little good to say about the experience – about spending some time in the shoes of her organic friends. She can’t talk about the parts that bothered her most, though, and Blaze is not good at dealing with that kind of thing.
It feels even worse complaining to Jesse about it though. Realizing how many of the things that unsettled her are the ones he misses. Realizing what upset her most was the brief suspicion that some of them were familiar.
“Harrowheart?” she echoes sharply, switching to a more worthwhile train of thought. “Huh. He seemed pretty happy, all right. Didn’t expect that.” She’s quiet for a moment. “How does it feel? Being dead?”
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“Shouldn’t whine about it. It wasn’t so bad. Interesting. Would have been better if I could fight, that’s all.” She feels pretty bad that she has so little good to say about the experience – about spending some time in the shoes of her organic friends. She can’t talk about the parts that bothered her most, though, and Blaze is not good at dealing with that kind of thing.
It feels even worse complaining to Jesse about it though. Realizing how many of the things that unsettled her are the ones he misses. Realizing what upset her most was the brief suspicion that some of them were familiar.
“Harrowheart?” she echoes sharply, switching to a more worthwhile train of thought. “Huh. He seemed pretty happy, all right. Didn’t expect that.” She’s quiet for a moment. “How does it feel? Being dead?”