You have pleased the zombie. This is a very, very good thing for your continued existence, Shawn. The dagger eases a bit so the human can breathe, but it is still close enough to swiftly spill the man's guts out on the courtyard ground if needed.
"Now speak. Tell me everything." Gabriel's breath was still like a mix of rot and embalming fluid, and the hand on the dagger was tipped with bones rather than fingertips. Dreams are not supposed to be this real, Mr.Psychic. Nor are they supposed to hurt.
"I want to know what the meaning of this blasted place is. I have more important work to do than being trapped in some damned alternate time pocket."
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You have pleased the zombie. This is a very, very good thing for your continued existence, Shawn. The dagger eases a bit so the human can breathe, but it is still close enough to swiftly spill the man's guts out on the courtyard ground if needed.
"Now speak. Tell me everything." Gabriel's breath was still like a mix of rot and embalming fluid, and the hand on the dagger was tipped with bones rather than fingertips. Dreams are not supposed to be this real, Mr.Psychic. Nor are they supposed to hurt.
"I want to know what the meaning of this blasted place is. I have more important work to do than being trapped in some damned alternate time pocket."