09 phobias | voice | december 14

[cursedwithagift]

It's going to be Christmas in a few days. [Monk sounds incredibly somber, something that might be startling to those only familiar with his insanity]It wasn't even close to winter at home, but I guess in this world it counts...this will be thirteen years since she died. I don't - I left flowers at the graveyard. I know, I know that she's not there

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[Voice]

[thricepawned]

[Itou peers at this post with some curiosity. He had been seeing so many children here that he was wondering if the ratio was majorly skewed against adults. This seems like a sad adult, however.]

Coming from a person who's-- died. I don't believe we know these things. When you die, things cease being.

Although I suppose if someone I liked well enough were to carry on with a tradition of this sort, I would prefer if they felt better for the act than otherwise.

[Voice]

[cursedwithagift]

I've seen her before, at home. It's different here though, I think. [he pauses, sighs a little]

I hope she can't see me.

[Voice]

[thricepawned]

I doubt if she can. It would be rather strange of the BREW to bring the dead here without bringing them back to life. [Like him, is what he means.]

[Voice]

[cursedwithagift]

I don't mean to bring them, just - just let them watch.

[Voice]

[thricepawned]

Which would entail bringing them to this world, wouldn't it?

[Voice]

[cursedwithagift]

It wouldn't have to. You don't have to go anywhere to watch something.

[Voice]

[thricepawned]

That's assuming that our worlds share the same plane for the dead. Given how the dead functions here, I would think not.

[Voice]

[cursedwithagift]

...it's probably better that way.