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The afterlife is both louder and quieter than expected.
Certainly, there’s a lot of people - but out on the fringes, it’s quiet. He tells Meagon to decline any requests to find him unless from his district, or specific names he gives. Like…
Zekor sits with him in silence, and he wants to laugh - there’s no reason to be this awkward now. Not like how they had been before, in the under-Capitol.
But… Still, there’s…
He catches Zekor glancing to the empty seat, and sighs.
“It doesn’t feel right. I miss him.”
“We didn’t even know eachother, Fortsy.”
“We knew enough of what it felt like for eachother.”
The quiet stretches on.