♠ 006 - Tired of saving souls. ♠

[zombie_pen]

If I never see another cast on my body again, it would seriously be too soon.

[would be referring to the full arm cast on his left arm, which is broken in three places after a daring brotherly rescue]

Oh, & seeing dead people. I felt like the kid from The Sixth Sense, seeing Madison on that cliff. Leave it to Template to dangle the ghost of the

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[firebranded]

It probably just is, FYI.

[zombie_pen]

Huh. Neat trick.

... what's it like, if you don't mind me asking.

ooc: S-Sorry...forgot this comment was here D:

[firebranded]

Sure was, but I could only do it once.

[actually thinks seriously about it] Fine, at first. Once the heart popped out you stopped caring about...anything, really. Like the world's suddenly a clean slate, and you can see everything so clearly. Don't know about after that; my old boss picked me up not long after I ended up like this, and he had a habit of telling you what to think.

ooc: [cuddles] It's okay! <3

[zombie_pen]

You know... sometimes, I wish I had the luxury of not feeling or caring. With the job I had, caring too much just left you more broken than the hunt before.

[firebranded]

Sure, everybody wants that. But give it a shot sometime. It's not all it's cracked up to be.

You know, the other Sam called me a demon when he met me. From the way he said it, it's probably not that wrong.

[zombie_pen]

Oddly enough, if you took out my heart, I'd cease to be among the living, as it were.

[shrugs] I throw demons into the soulless bunch, not heartless. Besides, you have a name, right? A Nobody?