You Believe On What You See

Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?

Sam whipped around with a surprised little gasp at the sudden voice, calming down as soon as he saw the familiar captain. "Oh, hello R-" Then Sam remembered that he was dead and couldn't help the little yelp that escaped him, the jump back-- oh. Oh, wait. Remi had mentioned this. He put a hand to his chest and tried to calm down, the flurry of emotions being rather a lot to deal with at once.

"I'm sorry, I just-- I forgot you were no longer dead. Remi told me about it, but actually seeing you is...something different entirely." And Ronin looked good, still as handsome as ever and definitely not a zombie, as Sam had been half-imagining.

He looked back into the cave then to Ronin. "Are you hoping to visit the shrine? I am too. I don't mind going with you...I'll just wait for you to be done before I drink, if that's alright." It was not an activity he wanted to be seen doing.

Samuel

Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?

Cold comfort for change?