CLONE 1!
“…A game?”, Caspian repeated hesitantly. “…You don’t think that’s what happened to me, do you?”
Syrus was pretty certain that that is exactly what had happened to her. Although he had never actually seen the results of the game being played, something inside was telling him so. However, he had read that humans feared death, which is why he knew not to mention to too many people where he was from and who his father was. This meant that Syrus needed to be careful what he said, so that Caspian didn’t suddenly feel a dreadful fear of death too. “No,” he lied. Syrus wasn’t sure how he managed it so easily, perhaps it was helped by his total lack of understand of emotions. “I do not think this is the case. Sp-spirits only play on the closest ones and predicted gravestones down there get closer to the river, the closer they get to death. You- You are young and your predicted gravestone will be very far away from the spirits.”
Syrus didn’t notice the pause before Caspian shook their head and was glad when they did. It meant he was doing a good job so far… right? Then they spoke, “You…are good just the way you are…” Relieved, Syrus only nodded.
@ethereal - Caspian - Should we start to wrap this cloned convo up to focus on the other one?