[At the ghost comment, he snorts. But something in his chest makes him want to argue, too. Not Czerny - he never saw that ghost. It's leftover passion from when he was seventeen, using EMF readers, maps, and dowsing rods, deep in the Virginia woods, looking for something, anything to make him and Czerny fall breathless onto the ground, laughing with wild eyes.
[The magic of those days was lost a long time ago, however.]
You're wrong about that, but I don't really feel like trying to convince you. Talk about boring.
[Although...]
What's your idea of the afterlife then, hm?
Where's the friend you drove to suicide?
[Mean for the sake of being mean. He doesn't even think twice about it. Worse still, he knows what that sort of grief feels like - but he'll deny that all day long.]
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[At the ghost comment, he snorts. But something in his chest makes him want to argue, too. Not Czerny - he never saw that ghost. It's leftover passion from when he was seventeen, using EMF readers, maps, and dowsing rods, deep in the Virginia woods, looking for something, anything to make him and Czerny fall breathless onto the ground, laughing with wild eyes.
[The magic of those days was lost a long time ago, however.]
You're wrong about that, but I don't really feel like trying to convince you. Talk about boring.
[Although...]
What's your idea of the afterlife then, hm?
Where's the friend you drove to suicide?
[Mean for the sake of being mean. He doesn't even think twice about it. Worse still, he knows what that sort of grief feels like - but he'll deny that all day long.]