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Do dead men dream?

What do you dream about?

What would the dead have to dream about? What would they have to think about? Today they came back from the dead. Do the walking dead have a pulse? Vampires?

Bloodsuckers?

Does breathing hurt after you haven't done it?

[A pause.]

Happy Easter.

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Cursed or blessed?

Twenty-four hours isn't long enough to decide.

[It was just painful, being jerked back and forth between states. Not only to have the control taken away from her by the supernatural, but also the fresh blossoming of despair as she became reacquainted with her with the death in her veins, all that she's lost. At least this curse hasn't teased her with the use of her hands, the full function of her mind like the one before it had. She's almost still too numb from that sorrow to fully appreciate this.]

I see.

[Her lips purse. It's... more than she wanted to give but it's done now. She comes to poke through the candy instead.]

[She watches]

Take some for Mr. Blonde.

Why would I do that...

[It isn't actually an objection. More... she shares everything with him, so there's no reason to do it specifically for him.]

Because I don't eat candy.

Maybe you should tell your customers that.

For next Easter, I'll remember.

If you're still here?

If I'm still here.

[Saya turns her head just slightly. Curiosity was always a hallmark of her species, and so she releases just a touch of pheromone. It's scentless but it cases a visceral reaction]

[Rude, Saya, rude. Without the virus in her veins, Carla is, perhaps, more susceptible than usual to such effects. She's not sure what the creeping feeling is, but it makes her frown as she picks open one of the boxes of peeps. The deep breath she takes is meant to be steadying.]

Rosella said... some people know, when they're leaving. Did you, when you were here before?

Yes. I made my own exit.

[She watches this, crossing her legs, sitting primly]

[The sugar isn't going to help, but she puts one of the marshmallows to her mouth anyway, a hand going to her neck as she chews, pressing down on her pulse with the heel.]

Made?

Yes. A wizard helped me.

[It's unfortunate what a stupid animal she can be, and it isn't the first time she's come to sit at Saya's feet.]

Why just you?

[The tip of Saya's toe brushes up Carla's arm]

Well, he thought he was killing me.

[She looks up abruptly, looking confused before she murmurs,]

A friend then.

Once upon a time, he was.

[Picking uncertainly at another piece of candy, she can't quite seem to convince herself to eat it, eventually putting it back and just licking the sugar off her fingers.]

Why did he change his mind?

I don't remember.

[And it's true, she doesn't. Some things are still hazy.]

[Saya gets a long stare for that one. There really isn't much by way of intelligence in her gaze, truly. An unfortunate side-effect of taking a bullet to the head. She isn't sure if she should ask if Saya is lying, that might just invite such questions back at herself.]

It doesn't surprise me.

You don't have faith in my ability to remember?

No.

[She doubts Saya lets much go at all.]

It... doesn't surprise me he would change his mind.

[She reaches out to touch the shoe, both hands curving around her foot.]

[She lets Carla do that, watching her carefully]

Would you change yours?

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