Re: [Capital: Misha & The Revenant]
"Before today, we had hardly met." What could he know of what the Revenant was meant to do and not do?
He looked at him, still. "Took. Because I could not stop for Death." Those who were already gone, where the soul had flown. An almost-hope had colored his voice for a moment there, and now it was gone. Hope had no purpose. He gestured between the pair of them with hands still bloodied. "Between us, I think I see who thinks that they are God." He read Misha's face, then turned away. "Whatever decision you make today to hound me, you cannot raise the dead already behind me, and my soul is not yours. You have no right to where it goes."
The Revenant moved past Misha, to the open doors that led to the balcony and its starlit view of the city. "I need what she had," he said, echoing his words from before. "And I will have it." He gripped the railing, stepped across, and leapt from it into the dark. He did not know if Misha would follow, if he would chaperone. If nothing else, he didn't seem to care.