Necrosis listened to his tale while he moved a small drum and a silver bowl from their hiding places onto the blanket. It was like a small shrine out of a horde of items. Then Yves asked if he wanted to talk and Necrosis paused. Truthfully he did. He wanted to cry and just get everything off of his chest, but he hesitated. Necrosis never was one to talk about his feelings, he only ever told Judgement or Desolation. Now that they were both gone, it made his chest tight and his walls higher.
Necrosis turned his wrist and undid the bracelet again, pulling a black and white coin with a hole in it off of the chain. Necrosis took a breath and bit the inside of his lip. "If you land white I'll talk." He thought to himself and flipped the coin. When he caught it, it showed a white surface and he laughed. "Of course she'd push me." He mumbled to himself and then looked at Yves. "Sure. If you want to listen..."
He put the coin back on the chain then shook his head, "Where do I even start?" He sighed, he'd been through a lot. Picking a place to start was like trying to find a piece of hay in a stack of hay. "Where do you want me to start?" He gave the task to Yves as he stared off at the calm waves. He could feel the wind chill his damp wings, it sent a shiver down his spine. Necrosis knew he should preen them before they grew stiff from drying, but he didn't feel like moving just yet. He was anxious about what Yves would ask and part of him regretted giving him the choice.