Re: Island: Janus/Atticus
Janus brooded over the fire. He shook his head when Atticus responded about eyesight. That didn't seem right either; it hadn't been something that Atticus (the older one) had been doing on purpose. It was a thing that happened when people saw you come home in pieces. They couldn't un-see it. It all frayed, like an old shirt, until you were naked to your sleeves.
He looked up from his thoughts again. "It was me. It wasn't his fault, really." Janus seemed to have the heat under control now. He looked at the cigarette in his hands, vague, and took a drag. "No, not a deal about that. That I could do on my own. Trade up a few memories. Smaller stuff."
He handed the cigarette and the conversation back. "What was your ghost like?"