NO, NO, I GET THAT. WHEN I FIRST DIED, I KEPT FLOATING INTO THINGS.
[A memory floats off in the rain- looking down at his own body. He's wearing a labcoat, but below the waist, there's nothing inside it. It swishes like a tail and there's a feeling of fear and horror in the memory.]
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[A memory floats off in the rain- looking down at his own body. He's wearing a labcoat, but below the waist, there's nothing inside it. It swishes like a tail and there's a feeling of fear and horror in the memory.]