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They were still sure that they were dead. It was the only thing that they could come up with, and the only thing that even made a little sense to them. It was part of what had, in the end, kept them around where they were despite the desire to keep moving. They weren’t sure what they were waiting for, but they were waiting for something.

It’s their sticking around that leads them to her, in the end, with the desire to at least stretch their legs. The half moon only sheds a little light upon them, and it’s the sound of the stranger’s voice that causes Cyris to stop in their tracks, ears perked. The stranger is closer than they would have expected, and, for a second, they curse themself for not noticing her sooner. But she doesn’t seem to have noticed them, either, head tilted toward the moon.

They plan to avoid her, at first. They plan to go on their way and not risk dealing with the conversation. But her question, directed at the moon, is enough to pull a little surprised noise from them. It’s not loud, but it’s enough, and it goes unnoticed as their brows furrow.

Would someone questioning Lun be allowed in this afterlife?

Starshade