Like Tim's got an answer to that. It's just harmless speculation, really, but who knows how this whole animal-soul thing works.
"Some other rifty." Tim doesn't meet his eyes, just turns to look out over the water. The openness of the space unnerves him - endless water, constantly changing, stretching out.
He was drowned, once.
Woah.
No.
Wrong time to be having those thoughts.
"Ran into her on my way to the clinic. Said she could, uh, sense that I came through or something." He doesn't want to look at the water, but he can't not. It's vast and rippling and unknowable. Zero wings over the lapping waves and flutters past his head, wingtips brushing his cheek in sympathy. His voice is level, betraying nothing. "Didn't really chat for long enough to see what else she knew."
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"Some other rifty." Tim doesn't meet his eyes, just turns to look out over the water. The openness of the space unnerves him - endless water, constantly changing, stretching out.
He was drowned, once.
Woah.
No.
Wrong time to be having those thoughts.
"Ran into her on my way to the clinic. Said she could, uh, sense that I came through or something." He doesn't want to look at the water, but he can't not. It's vast and rippling and unknowable. Zero wings over the lapping waves and flutters past his head, wingtips brushing his cheek in sympathy. His voice is level, betraying nothing. "Didn't really chat for long enough to see what else she knew."