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[Wind. The first thing he's aware of is the breeze on his face, blowing his bangs so that they tickle his cheeks. The sun is almost blindingly bright even through his closed eyelids, and it's several long minutes before he even dares open them, lifting one hand to shield his eyes from the sunlight he hasn't seen in almost exactly a month. Was the sky always that blue? He's not sure. All he knows is that his head is spinning and his body aches.

Once he feels like he can stand without fear of his legs giving out underneath him, he'll be doing so. The walk back through town seems longer than usual, not because he's going more slowly, but because he's noticing things he never did before, just little details he'd always overlooked because he'd been so focused on whatever he was doing at the time.

He's not sure he likes this feeling.

He won't even announce his return when he finally reaches the house-- he'll just enter and shut the door quietly behind him. No need to give a head start to the yelling that will inevitably follow, after all... at least this way he might be able to get a few moments of peace first.]

(OOC: Feel free to run into him on his way through town if you'd like!)

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Why does it matter to you?

Take a guess.

...

[Emotions, they are still a foreign concept to him.]

I know a few people who could've made use of your state of "death." [Complete with finger quotation marks.]

[... oh. Oh. He thinks he gets it now, and for some reason, he feels almost... guilty?]

... wishing me dead won't bring your husband back. You of all people should know this by now.

[See! She does make sense from time to time.]

I didn't say I wanted you dead. I offered to kill you if you're that bothered by coming back to life.

And if you're that determined, then go ahead. It's not as if they won't just bring me back again anyway.

And what would the point of that be, if you're just going to keep complaining about it?

Maybe they'll finally grow tired enough of it to let me rest in peace.

You're unbelievable!

And you're as bad as he is.

[Whether the "he" he's referring to is Crowe or Edge or even both is impossible to tell.]

Someone's got to try and get the point across.

[Now he's starting to get irritated as well. It's not her fault; it's more that he really DOESN'T want to die again and that thought is so foreign that it's bothering him.]

I never asked for your opinion, nor do I take orders from anyone here.

[Usually she's willing to try for a little compassion, but she's not getting that he'd rather not be dead yet.]

Then maybe I'll just skip telling you not to do something insane like that again.

... I'd do it again if I had to.

[That wall over there is fascinating. He's going to be staring at that right now, hope you don't mind, Myuria.]

[That throws her off. Knowing him, he'd want to go out sacrificing himself. Just like his idiot best friend. At least this time, her tone isn't very harsh.]

... Just try not to traumatize Draco again.

[He's only now getting used to the idea of actually having something he'd sacrifice his life to protect. Strangely enough, he still can't muster up any regret for what he did.]

His feelings are none of my concern either unless he keeps me awake by crying over it.

[Dying to protect someone is something she can empathize with. WAnting to stay dead? Not so much.]

No, but his feelings are my concern, so if you upset him, you'll have to answer to me.

Heh. Is that a threat?

[Don't mind him sneaking out of his room to listen to these two argue, but as soon as Arumat says that, he speaks up.]

Honestly, as if you haven't been smacked around by death enough.

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/pretends this isn't two weeks late >>;