“Right, you’re not. I just…wanted to see if you’re okay? I mean, if you’re not, that’s okay too. You missed Mourner’s Night, but taking time to mourn or to…lie in a graveyard and rot, I guess? It’s. Okay. I think, at least. Um. Mother Mortanne told me to mourn, a while back. It helped.”

He sounds as nervous and unsure of himself as he is, aware of his role as priest-in-training and as corpse and as someone who’s been around longer and trying so very hard not to fuck everything up.

(…look at it, it has anxiety.)