"Beth." Noah sets the lantern down on the sink, and grabs a clean towel and a bottle of water for her, offering them over. "You can clean up, if you want."
He sits down on the edge of the tub, watching her with sad, pale blue eyes. Her Southen accent is comforting, different than his, more pronounced, but close enough. And along with her blue eyes and gold hair peeking through the ash she reminds him so much of Cassie. It aches for a moment, right where his heart used to beat.
"They're spectres," he says, using Krem's word for them. He doesn't want to say ghost, doesn't want to share a label with them. "Or demons, maybe. I keep seeing different versions of me, rotting and decaying. Sometimes they show up as someone you know, too. Or used to know."
"They can hurt you. You have to be careful. But, they only seem to come out at night. That's the only good part in all this."
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He sits down on the edge of the tub, watching her with sad, pale blue eyes. Her Southen accent is comforting, different than his, more pronounced, but close enough. And along with her blue eyes and gold hair peeking through the ash she reminds him so much of Cassie. It aches for a moment, right where his heart used to beat.
"They're spectres," he says, using Krem's word for them. He doesn't want to say ghost, doesn't want to share a label with them. "Or demons, maybe. I keep seeing different versions of me, rotting and decaying. Sometimes they show up as someone you know, too. Or used to know."
"They can hurt you. You have to be careful. But, they only seem to come out at night. That's the only good part in all this."