"At least he's living up to the name usurped and given to him," Lev/Lyubov murmurs, loud enough that Jean can hear, soft enough that Jean can pretend they didn't. "Thou ken'st bodies stay put after the spirit has fled, nu?" Because they're not sure Jean knows the difference between flesh and spirit. And after a pause for thought, they decide to make their question a little less implicit.
"What I mean is, like. Nu. I suppose not thou'rt actually, nu," they gesture. "Shin-dalet. Sheyd."
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"At least he's living up to the name usurped and given to him," Lev/Lyubov murmurs, loud enough that Jean can hear, soft enough that Jean can pretend they didn't. "Thou ken'st bodies stay put after the spirit has fled, nu?" Because they're not sure Jean knows the difference between flesh and spirit. And after a pause for thought, they decide to make their question a little less implicit.
"What I mean is, like. Nu. I suppose not thou'rt actually, nu," they gesture. "Shin-dalet. Sheyd."
Beat.
"Art thou?"