[He can't tear his eyes away from her hand. He hasn't let himself think much on the possibility of going back to the Fade because he hadn't known it was even possible, but here is a piece, just sitting there like a lighthouse beckoning him home. It's almost cruel in a way, dangling a possibility so close to his face and yet seeming utterly impossible to reach.]
If you are asking for my name, I have none.
[His voice is softer than usual, almost wistful in how distracted he is by the presence of the Fade.]
I am a spirit. My mortal companions call me Justice.
[And yet, and yet, even if she could wave her hand and take him home, he's not sure if he would go. The conflict and reminder of home tears at him, and he's left feeling... sad. And he still can't look away from her hand.]
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If you are asking for my name, I have none.
[His voice is softer than usual, almost wistful in how distracted he is by the presence of the Fade.]
I am a spirit. My mortal companions call me Justice.
[And yet, and yet, even if she could wave her hand and take him home, he's not sure if he would go. The conflict and reminder of home tears at him, and he's left feeling... sad. And he still can't look away from her hand.]