Weren't they all? Eventually there was nothing left but a few scraps of bone and scales in Shion's hand, R wheezing out a sigh.
"Always. Sorry," R said. Unlike Air, he actually knew Shion pre-death, so he felt like he should be baby-sitting the poor guy even if the odds of them stumbling out of this desert coherent were so small you could miss it. "Help...find more. Together?"
Compared to Shion, R felt like he was suddenly a master at speeches, his own slurred words running circles around the new zombie. He remembered bits and pieces of his first day, first year, as a corpse. Most of it was behind him. Now he wished he could remember more of it; if he did, he could help handhold Shion through his first day instead of them lurching around like two idiot corpses and R hoping he gave good advice. The least he could do was try.
Besides, they'd hunt better in numbers. First rule of being Dead.
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"Always. Sorry," R said. Unlike Air, he actually knew Shion pre-death, so he felt like he should be baby-sitting the poor guy even if the odds of them stumbling out of this desert coherent were so small you could miss it. "Help...find more. Together?"
Compared to Shion, R felt like he was suddenly a master at speeches, his own slurred words running circles around the new zombie. He remembered bits and pieces of his first day, first year, as a corpse. Most of it was behind him. Now he wished he could remember more of it; if he did, he could help handhold Shion through his first day instead of them lurching around like two idiot corpses and R hoping he gave good advice. The least he could do was try.
Besides, they'd hunt better in numbers. First rule of being Dead.