[To say Sullivan went just a little bit nuts when the power to the manor returned, the dead fell and his abilities returned would be an understatement. The severed connection to his other half was the most unbearable of feelings - an existence that he was not and will never be prepared for. He spent the sliver of time between that agonizing first awareness to the very second he felt a flicker of Zephir again roaming the halls, spreading poisonous bouts of paranoia and rotting any greenery to ash.
But then he took to sitting by Zephir's grave, once the burial had happened. Once he was told to wait, to wonder, still black-eyed and hollowed out, burning through cigarettes and digging his own clawed fingers through his palms until it happened. Like a seed emerging, he felt him - in whatever small, twisted way - awaken. He looked to the wet soil, the cold stone, and he breathed deep for the first time.]
( life is dead - the reunion )
But then he took to sitting by Zephir's grave, once the burial had happened. Once he was told to wait, to wonder, still black-eyed and hollowed out, burning through cigarettes and digging his own clawed fingers through his palms until it happened. Like a seed emerging, he felt him - in whatever small, twisted way - awaken. He looked to the wet soil, the cold stone, and he breathed deep for the first time.]
There you are.
[What are you, now?]
Come back to me.