Fin nodded, falling silent as he considered what he really wanted to know.

Would he ever live again? Was he ever not going to feel so strangely hollow?

At first being dead had suited him. He had his eyes back, and the world had seemed bright and perfect. ...But as time ticked on he found himself feeling empty and lost- And he was starting to truly hate every moment of it.

"Do I... Do I say it out loud?" he asked.