Now that... that isn't at all what I'm expecting to hear. A marriage of convenience, marriage in the name of money and fortune, that I can understand even. But not... not murder.
It's obvious by the way Sharpie's standing now, a little hunched and watching me with a wary eye, that he isn't proud of this story and I can understand now why he's never really gone into detail. For a long moment, I don't even know what to say.
Carefully, I set down my mug of tea. "So, you're... you're dead then," I say, quietly. "Well, I mean. You're not. Obviously. Unless you're a ghost like Noah, though you don't seem to work the same way he does if that's the case. Are you. Do you remember it? How it happened?"
I'm suddenly beginning to realize that this mission might be a whole lot more complicated.
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It's obvious by the way Sharpie's standing now, a little hunched and watching me with a wary eye, that he isn't proud of this story and I can understand now why he's never really gone into detail. For a long moment, I don't even know what to say.
Carefully, I set down my mug of tea. "So, you're... you're dead then," I say, quietly. "Well, I mean. You're not. Obviously. Unless you're a ghost like Noah, though you don't seem to work the same way he does if that's the case. Are you. Do you remember it? How it happened?"
I'm suddenly beginning to realize that this mission might be a whole lot more complicated.