"Human body's harder t'burn'n y'might think," which is a fair point. An' Miss Nanshe seems ta know who she means as well, which is rather gettin' me curious over all--
Take a damn quick step back as Syl spits out her cigarette, and barely stop myself from steppin' on the damn thing, even if it's raining. Damn things. Pick it up, anyway, and offer it back to her, 'case it's still any good.
"Who'n Christ's name'd want that fucker back?"
"C'n think of a coupla people, maybe. Not in his name, though." Wanda's ex-husband. Karina or Maryk or Leah, if they had some idea of pinning it on him instead. Someone who took it especially hard over one a' the women he killed and wants him back just ta hurt him--hope like Christ it isn't that.
"Er..." Sigh and run my hand back over my head, and my fingers come away wet--still holding my hat over my notebook to keep it dry. "Miss Thorn," I say, quiet an' polite. "You mentioned maybe seein' more if you went into a trance; was wonderin' how likely that was. An' I'm guessing you both know who it was that came back, and I understand," dipping my head to Miss Noma, "if ya feel you can't tell me. But I'd surely appreciate anything eithera you can tell me, since the general tone of your moods on this is havin' me worry some 'bout the state of my town, an' what might be done to it."
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Take a damn quick step back as Syl spits out her cigarette, and barely stop myself from steppin' on the damn thing, even if it's raining. Damn things. Pick it up, anyway, and offer it back to her, 'case it's still any good.
"Who'n Christ's name'd want that fucker back?"
"C'n think of a coupla people, maybe. Not in his name, though." Wanda's ex-husband. Karina or Maryk or Leah, if they had some idea of pinning it on him instead. Someone who took it especially hard over one a' the women he killed and wants him back just ta hurt him--hope like Christ it isn't that.
"Er..." Sigh and run my hand back over my head, and my fingers come away wet--still holding my hat over my notebook to keep it dry. "Miss Thorn," I say, quiet an' polite. "You mentioned maybe seein' more if you went into a trance; was wonderin' how likely that was. An' I'm guessing you both know who it was that came back, and I understand," dipping my head to Miss Noma, "if ya feel you can't tell me. But I'd surely appreciate anything eithera you can tell me, since the general tone of your moods on this is havin' me worry some 'bout the state of my town, an' what might be done to it."