[ well, Hua Cheng might be laughing a little, but Vezda isn't, not in the least. He looks dazed and...helpless, almost. He can feel his legs about to give out too, so he lets himself drop, landing harshly on his behind in the graveyard dirt. Sorry to whoever's buried under his ass. ]
N...none of it. I don't remember any of that.
[ He runs a hand through his hair--the hair that is inexplicably longer than he ever remembers it being. By now, he's staring at the ground in front of him and isn't even really talking to Hua Cheng at all. ]
Is that what happened after I died? Is that how I got the arm?
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N...none of it. I don't remember any of that.
[ He runs a hand through his hair--the hair that is inexplicably longer than he ever remembers it being. By now, he's staring at the ground in front of him and isn't even really talking to Hua Cheng at all. ]
Is that what happened after I died? Is that how I got the arm?