[ Frances had to stay away when it was happening. She could feel too much. No, she instead retreated to her shrine. She prayed. The cast. She waited for the sound of the beetle. And when all was done she knew when she needed to visit. So there she is, looking as though she hasn't slept in days and cried for far too many of them. ]
[ He can actually move, a little, once she comes to visit. As in his limbs are more like limbs than lifeless things he's attached to. When she arrives, he is half-sitting up and trying to focus on...anything but the fact that he was dead and brought back to life. Vaguely counting his fingers and never reaching past nine. Trying to ignore the fact that if he relaxes too much, he starts having the strangest thoughts.]
Frances.
[He sounds, still, like he's more than a little sedated. He probably is.]
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Frances.
[He sounds, still, like he's more than a little sedated. He probably is.]
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[ She asks, at a loss for anything else to say, even though the answer seems quite obvious. ]
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I felt it. When it happened.
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You did? How?
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Do you think all the magic I do is just for show?
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