Hmm.

[It's a quiet noise of thought. There's some stuff, things he obfuscates for trolling or jokes, things he downplays because he doesn't want to get into it. The latter holds a bit more weight here, with as much as he's been letting out, but it's harder to tell yet if it's by a loss or just the current weirdness.]

[The noise of the shelf windows continues in the background. He remembers most of these, but he's checking for unexpected revivals or unexpected shuffles along the way. Nothing unusual yet.]

I did the first time I died. I didn't know I could then, but I'd heard what happens to people who try to stay overnight, so I was scared as shit an anomaly was going to pop up and dissolve me. Didn't help that I couldn't even talk to cut the quiet, so I tried to distract myself with other stuff. But I made it to morning fine, so it seems like this is just a thing that happens sometimes.

But yeah, I'm heading south to meet Ginger. She made me a thing forever ago and I need to finally go get it.