[One little rock held so much power here. Souls, as one person put them - but a split part of the being was more like how he viewed it. But he supposed that's what many humans considered a soul to be. It did encapsulate and for a few days' time steal that unique presence of Zephir away, but now they're back on dry land. For the foreseeable future.
He still wears a scarf around his neck; for the sake of other people, as to not be forced to see the atrophied and exposed muscle of his throat. He stands in the doorway watching Zephir, perhaps cherishing the view, strange as it is. He lost him briefly, both physically and then mentally; is it strange that it's still kind of intriguing, when you look past the true horror of that? (How this place can play with Life and Death like anybody else.)]
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He still wears a scarf around his neck; for the sake of other people, as to not be forced to see the atrophied and exposed muscle of his throat. He stands in the doorway watching Zephir, perhaps cherishing the view, strange as it is. He lost him briefly, both physically and then mentally; is it strange that it's still kind of intriguing, when you look past the true horror of that? (How this place can play with Life and Death like anybody else.)]
I tried to water them.
[His voice is off, hoarse - beaten.]