[everyone thought I was a deadbeat. Ah. And just like that, Garrett's "stab on sight" list gains another name. It takes a special kind of bastard to kill someone in the fucking afterlife, too.]
So I'm guessing that there's nothing anyone can do to hold you together a little more.
[They knew him when he was alive. Sort of...? Shit, was he even alive? Would it even matter?]
I don't think so. It doesn't feel like anything's different here, even with people knowing me. This is technically a realm of the dead and it's not really connected to the living world, my world.
It's alright. I'm not getting better but I'm not getting worse. I think I'm going to stick around Hell.
[At least for a while. Unless he decides oblivion is better. But, he has the sense not to say that.]
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So I'm guessing that there's nothing anyone can do to hold you together a little more.
[They knew him when he was alive. Sort of...? Shit, was he even alive? Would it even matter?]
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It's alright. I'm not getting better but I'm not getting worse. I think I'm going to stick around Hell.
[At least for a while. Unless he decides oblivion is better. But, he has the sense not to say that.]
Might as well, right? I've even got a house here.
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[he's so fucking glad for something to talk about that doesn't cause a distant screaming sound in his head.]
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