Comfortably Numb

Sometimes Wessex forgets that she’s died. Then her glance may turn to her hands and she’ll remember that there’s metal in her knuckles and blades around her fingers. And those weren’t there before she died. But other than that, life eventually returned to ‘normal.’ Or as normal as one’s life as a not-quite-alive, sunshine-fearing woman in Caido can have. She smiles (a surprise, even to her) unexpectedly at his brief description of death. “That sounds nice.” He might detect a slight tone of jealousy in her voice, as she briefly imagines seeing Magrethe and her mother again. They’d probably disown her for what she’s done to herself, for Ascending, but even those harsh words would be welcome when faced with the reality of their absence. “Mine wasn’t quite like that... I was alive - and then upon waking up again, I remembered that I had made a dumb mistake and been torn apart. But there was nothing in between. Except for a weird tune that kept running through my head for awhile.” And Edy. Edy was in her head. Wessex shrugs and swills the room temperature liquid in her glass, leaning on the bar and taking a look around at the others. “How do you feel now?” He must be sick of that question. But something tells the abnormally perceptive woman that he is different than he was when he died. And not in the ‘found God or peace or a reason to live a better life’ kind of thing. WESSEX come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts unsex me here