Where The Lonely Go

zephyr

The guilty undertaker sighs
The lonesome organ grinder cries

Ayyy, you were right on the money with it being the ex. Points to Zephyr. "She expected t'pick up an' fall inta his arms?" you question, furrowing your brow pensively. "Can ya blame her? One minute yer in love, next ya wake up an' yer flame has a new squeeze, but yer feelins'r all the same." God, how fucked that must be. Poor undead romantics.

Maybe El had come back. Maybe she found out about Vai and decided to stay away. You're not sure what would be worse.

Not your problem, end of the day, unless it fucks with Jata's ability to keep Torchline afloat. Boots off and set aside, you follow Nate deeper into the cavern house, unsurprisingly familiar with the layout given you helped in constructing the thing. "He made it seem like yer kind would be livin' large when th'world ends," you call in response, glancing around to see what personal touches have been added to the house as you trudge toward the kitchen. "So I s'pose it's in yer best interest, by his logic."

You settle onto a stool without much ado, glancing at the glass. "Whiskey. An' nah- I don' think so. But 'nuff people're 'fraid'a th'Voice or deep up th'Old God's asses that it could be a problem down th'road." And with a bunch of dead people showing up as Ascended? That's definitely going to set the world a bit askew.

The silver saxophones say I should refuse you
But it's not that way, I wasn't born to lose you