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It has been a good month or so since Caleb died. Everyone there who saw it was damn certain that yes, he was dead, yes, there were tiny bits of him splattered everywhere, no there's no way he deus ex machina'd his way out.
He... sort of did, but we'll ignore that until he gets to explain himself, because here he is, leaning on a cane (that unfortunately does not have any flame stickers on it). He looks a little gaunt, a bit thinner, a bit less muscular - like he hadn't gotten the chance to eat for a little while. But he's smiling, even though he looks like he's tired and wants a nap.
He's even all dressed up in a coat and scarf and hat and everything; it doesn't seem to quite suit his normal style. Maybe it's because it doesn't *quite* fit right due to what his body's been through, but that's not the point either.
"What do you think of snow?" Yes, Caleb, you've been dead and came back and didn't tell anyone except like two people for the last week or so, but you need to ask about snow. Fantastic show, lad.
He... sort of did, but we'll ignore that until he gets to explain himself, because here he is, leaning on a cane (that unfortunately does not have any flame stickers on it). He looks a little gaunt, a bit thinner, a bit less muscular - like he hadn't gotten the chance to eat for a little while. But he's smiling, even though he looks like he's tired and wants a nap.
He's even all dressed up in a coat and scarf and hat and everything; it doesn't seem to quite suit his normal style. Maybe it's because it doesn't *quite* fit right due to what his body's been through, but that's not the point either.
"What do you think of snow?" Yes, Caleb, you've been dead and came back and didn't tell anyone except like two people for the last week or so, but you need to ask about snow. Fantastic show, lad.