log: david/aiden
"I am for nothing else," he responded. He ground the sole of his boot into the floor, wiping away the detritus of the corpse. Messes were his stock and trade. Unresolved woe draped across him like a cape.
The newcomer and his grasp over the dead were completely foreign to the Revenant. He had never seen anything from the stranger side of life before his death. He had never been given firsthand evidence of ghosts, or magic, or the things that lurked in the unknown crevices of the world. His life had been an ordinary one, with ordinary woes. The only occasional glimpse of something stranger had come almost entirely from Molly's family, and from the occasional story his mother and the family told him before putting him to bed at night.
Those stories had come with tales of things that might pursue the course of death. He saw himself in those stories, a little.
He watched the floating remnants of the dead man, and he marveled. He leaned forward, coming almost close enough to the ball of energy to touch it. The fact that he had just killed the man this flare of light belonged to seemed to be of no consequence.
"Where is he going?" he asked. His frosty irises reflected blue light, and became whiter.