[ why does it feel he was just thrown in the middle of a parade.
he understands what yamanbaji's on about, or at least part of it. that he "died" feels right, somehow, despite the fact that he's alive and well (beyond the strange pull and annoying itch), but the names are much harder to follow—to say nothing of the procession of unfamiliar faces that follow them. ]
It's not quiet anymore, though. [ looking specifically at mr. bon bon over there.
also.
pointing directly at the body flickering on the marble. ]
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he understands what yamanbaji's on about, or at least part of it. that he "died" feels right, somehow, despite the fact that he's alive and well (beyond the strange pull and annoying itch), but the names are much harder to follow—to say nothing of the procession of unfamiliar faces that follow them. ]
It's not quiet anymore, though. [ looking specifically at mr. bon bon over there.
also.
pointing directly at the body flickering on the marble. ]
That's a ghost.