catch-all: rufus.

[siblingless]

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[siblingless]

I disagree. [This would, perhaps, be more stern if she didn't feel like roadkill.] It wouldn't be a waste at all.

[soulus]

Why do you say that?

[siblingless]

Because it's true.

[soulus]

That's not a reason.

[siblingless]

It is. And it's the reason I said it, Wilde-san.

[soulus]

[He visibly disagrees, but lacks the energy and perhaps the patience to argue with her. Closing his eyes, he takes a deep breath for his weary body.]

[siblingless]

[Rufus, please... Imagine an AU where he listened to her and someone slapped the skin back over his hand with a glock. Tragic.

Anyway, a beat.]

... There was something I wished to discuss with you. But we can catch up later. [She says this, like she didn't get the shit pummeled out of her either.] I oughtn't be bothering you when you need your rest.

[soulus]

[He refused to beg for a glock.

His eyes snap open.]

What is it?

[siblingless]

[Rufus, why.]

Do you recall our last conversation on the bridge...?

[soulus]

. . . Do you mean the afterlife?

[siblingless]

Yes, and no. I spoke to Fox-san about the deceased after our conversation.

[soulus]

What did they say?

[siblingless]

They were a little upset, so... I wasn't able to get a clear answer. But I did learn one thing. Time hasn't stopped in our worlds, exactly. It's more that we will be returned to the exact moment in time we were taken from once this is over. However, if you're dead and can't be returned...

[Do the math.]

[soulus]

Then it's no different from our initial concern.

[Time waits for no one.]

[siblingless]

Mm. [A slow nod, tired.] We need to find a way to reverse what has been done, if... it's at all possible.

[soulus]

. . . It's more likely than you may think.

[siblingless]

... Are you speaking about your world?

[soulus]

I'm talking about the tangibility of souls.

[siblingless]

The what now?

[soulus]

The word resurrection is more than fiction. As long as the soul remains, the process is possible.

[siblingless]

Oh. [... Hm.] Does this mean you've heard of the messages some people have received? They're, um, supposedly from our dead friends.

[soulus]

[He eyes her.]

I haven't heard anything about that.

[siblingless]

Oh. I'm sorry, I thought... From what you said, it sounded as if you had.

[soulus]

What were the messages about?

[siblingless]

[She pauses, eyebrows knitting together like she's struggling — before she shakes her head.]

Sorry... I don't remember. Though, they were messages someone else received. I can speak to that person tomorrow and ask if they could show you.