He would've thought Aunamee was amused if it wasn't for...this. Whatever is happening in this pit with the man standing above him and R groaning away, aware something isn't quite right here but not sure if it's him or the human. The way Aunamee delicately strings his words together like lace, like the softest silk, has R doubting himself all over again. The level of awkwardness chokes.

"Wanted...friends. You," R's suddenly on the defensive. Was it too much to hope to be friends? Has he been dead too long to understand the intricacies between the Living? "But...they're...friends...too."

His hands come up to claw again at the fresh dirt, ground into mud by Aunamee's boots. If R has enough time, he might even figure out a way to heave his corpse out of there.