[ again, their situations are so similar, yet different in the critical ways that make it hard for dextera to truly give advice or empathy. that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to try, though, and cairngorm reaching out in questions makes it a little easier. ]

Here… no.

[ he pauses. ]

It wasn’t the way I was used to dying. I came back as myself… it was definitely my own body. The “me” that was killed, and the “me” that returned—physically, we’re the same. It’s not the town’s fault if we’re mentally different.