How long..? No, I'm not-- [He trails off harder than usual, still squinting upwards through bits of mud.
It was on the tip of his metaphorical tongue to say, oh no of course he's not dead. Right on the verge of an already practiced spiel about how he's a skeleton monster rather than a human skeleton, no death required for his existence, please don't get the wrong idea!
...Except. That feeling of surprised hurt hasn't faded, clinging to him as stubbornly as the mud, and he's not in a place that makes any sense for him to be. Had he really... died...? His free hand releases where he'd been searching for another hold, and instead drifts back to his shirt - torn - and his neck - scarred, along the top of a vertebra.]
I... I was just... Oh. [Realization is dawning across his skull, skeletal features shifting with the emotion in an expression that human skulls very much don't do, intensifying the hurt and surprise with a fresh layer of each.] I really died...?
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It was on the tip of his metaphorical tongue to say, oh no of course he's not dead. Right on the verge of an already practiced spiel about how he's a skeleton monster rather than a human skeleton, no death required for his existence, please don't get the wrong idea!
...Except. That feeling of surprised hurt hasn't faded, clinging to him as stubbornly as the mud, and he's not in a place that makes any sense for him to be. Had he really... died...? His free hand releases where he'd been searching for another hold, and instead drifts back to his shirt - torn - and his neck - scarred, along the top of a vertebra.]
I... I was just... Oh. [Realization is dawning across his skull, skeletal features shifting with the emotion in an expression that human skulls very much don't do, intensifying the hurt and surprise with a fresh layer of each.] I really died...?