The dead don't forget.

I personally hate you.

( She kicks sand at his stand out of spite and leaves. )

— / / ❝ 𝙸 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙. 𝚃𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚢 . . .

Wanting or not, redemption would not be available to you. So I suppose this is for the best.

..I see. Then you are a victim /and/ a perpetrator. I pity what happened to you, but that does not absolve you of guilt.

When you die, I will ensure none of my family let you reincarnate.

You misunderstand the cycle, then. Spirits are not intended to rest for eternity. They reincarnate and start life anew. Spirits that have been brought back to old life are exempt from this, and are stuck. Either beyond the realm of reality or in a malignant form!

its like a mith to a flame i don't think you could stop yourself

I am a /real/ psychopomp. One who guides the souls of the dead to /new/ life. What you are is a perversion of the natural cycle. It is not self-righteousness. It is common sense.

I'm going to get a computer. and when you go in it. i will blow it up

whats a computer

You lack in the knowledge of the harm you are committing. You have no place to speak.

You sicken me.

..a necromancer..?

THIS IS Silly Guy

|| I know a lot of the oomfs would be fine but for the people I dunno very well. hello 👋

Eh. You are what you eat.

I'd rather be able to see you clearly.

You'll note I speak in the future tense. But if you want me to sicc my beloved on you, just say the word.

You are going to be hunted for sport, and I will reincarnate you as a frog.

..are you stupid? Do you lack common sense? Is that your problem?

You do know you have taken the form of a known terrorist, yes?

Why are you a Mith?

Happy New Year! ( Shitfaced drunk, being held by "Hunts Man". )

Yes! Soreinth. They are mostly produced by the fire flight.

( But the higher surface area brings a slight stinging pain— what is that..? She still isn't back, but her candles are nowhere to be seen. Doesn't she need those to see? )

That is what they call them in my home.

( And back into the land of the living. )

Oh, like decorative flares?

( And then, something slugs him in the back of his head. She's back! )

( She steps back, slipping through the veil, back into the land of the living. )

Then try to hit me.

I mean that I am able to traverse this plane as I please. Even with my lack of combat knowledge, you are in /my/ playing field.

Fireworks? What are those?

Of course, then. ( She moves to sit next to him. ) What is this "New Year's Eve" all about?

( She just snaps her head to him— once blank eyes suddenly full of life. And for the first time, she stares at him /without/ her candles. ) Do you really wish to attack the daughter of the veil guardian when you yourself are on the wrong side?

I see... how sad. Do you need someone to accompany you?

..hello..?

Ah, please don't shoot that, I need it to see..! ( ..what? ) I was just shocked to see someone all alone.Is this not an important holiday for others?

( An odd, heatless candle floats up to his face, casting a blue light on his helmet. ) Are you lost?

( It doesn't take much for them to part, but she pays him no mind. Her right inner crest drops, though, so she clearly hears him. )

..where did you come from?

Sorry? How? You have no power over me like this. ( She begins... walking away, as more spirits swarm Adleigh. They don't do anything, but it's an /absurd/ amount of spirits... )

( ..what the fuck? She stares at it for a while, before poking it with a claw. )

( Alright. Two can play at that game. Another hand pops out, grabbing his and pulling him towards her... ) ( The pass through /hurts./ He's definitely not supposed to be here. Small, cyan wisps hop around him— but they don't hurt him. ) Welcome to the Realm of the Dead, Adleigh.

( And then, in what looks like a tear in the universe, her hands spring out to scratch his face. )