[ You can't do anything for the dead. Jim remembers how warm Zack's hand had felt still, when they threaded it through Kunsel's. The awful time between when Zack died and Kunsel faded. Maybe you couldn't, but they'd tried their best to do something.
Jim's watching Zack out of the corner of his eye as the tall, muscular man seems to try and shrink away to nothing. ]
Everything ...?
[ He leaves it hanging, waiting for Zack to elaborate. ] About the day you died?
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Jim's watching Zack out of the corner of his eye as the tall, muscular man seems to try and shrink away to nothing. ]
Everything ...?
[ He leaves it hanging, waiting for Zack to elaborate. ] About the day you died?