>examine aska
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>you know it's still weird that you're calling me althai. it has a certain sorta friendly atmosphere!
>friendsphere.
>haha.Your SOMEWHAT FRIENDLY MAYBE GHOST stays silent. He is staring at you accusingly again, but then he looks away. He is humming a crooning sort of mourning song; the cyan has added robins-egg and more ashen lavender, and if you thought he was covered in the tendrils before, it's worse now. You can't help but be concerned; whatever else you might be, you are the god of healing, and it is impossible to ignore someone who looks like they have the god-host equivalent of necrosis.
>you're getting worse."I know," he says. He is examining his hands dispassionately. He has long fingers; you compare them to your own. Maybe you'll get to keep his hands when it's time to take over his entire body. "You need to remember."
>remember what!ASKA looks at you, frustrated. Dark curls fall into the staring white eyes. Hey, maybe they'd be less accusatory if they weren't so blank? You think on that, and realize no. It's better this way, really. "You made me a promise," he says, angrily.
>well it's not my fault if i don't remember it!
>i mean how come you can't just tell me what i promised you!"Let's get one thing straight," says ASKA'S GHOST. "Getting angry at
me over
this juncture is possibly the least useful thing you could do. It's so impossibly stupid I can't even describe--"
>i just want to remember how i died
>i don't even remember her and i thought"You thought nothing," ASKA'S GHOST says, staring at his hands. A bile-black tentacle is pulsating and squirming its way through his skin, like an earthworm through dirt or a particularly fast-moving invasive parasite; it is disgusting. He is disgusting. You wonder what HOT BABE NIGHT ELF sees in him. "You thought what you thought so long ago that you shouldn't be trying to remember it. We--" He stops for a moment, and then he says, "
I don't have time for maudlin bullshit. You have to remember."
You pause for a moment.
>do you love her?
>examine askaHe is one of the most profoundly tired-looking humans you can remember seeing, ever. His white eyes have boozy-looking shadows lit up in bloody bruise violet and sapphire and he has possibly not blinked since your death.
Which you still can't remember, by the way.
He is staring at you with slightly nauseated regret.
"Yeah," he says. "Yeah, I do."
You aren't quite sure how to respond to that.
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