GRAVEYARD

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[On the instant of your death, you're suddenly outside of your body - probably staring down at the remains it's become.

Yet, you're not alone. For all of you (except Szayel), a young man appears from behind you, his face set into a firm, yet sad, scowl. His shaggy strawberry blonde hair is pretty eye-catching, along with the black and white Shihakusho he wears and the large sword on his back, even as he gently tries to lead you back into the lobby and away from what was once your body. You can still clearly hear and see the living, if you want to try - but they can't see or hear you.

'Welcome to the world of the dead in this Resort,' he says, quietly. 'Looks like you're stuck here with the rest of us.'

He hands you a tablet, just like the one you had before. "You'll need this if you want to keep talking to them,' he explains, looking sad.

It looks like you've passed on, and yet...You still feel like you have a role to play in all of this.]

Comments

[messianic]

Honestly, Cynthia-san, you'd be pretty great at that. You're good at being cheerful and warm and understanding, but you're pretty tough too in case they aren't having it.

[thejusticewagon]

...yeah, I remembered something like that. I was put in charge of one of the critters there, and I think I was doing a good job... but whenever I left for a mission, they put someone in charge who had no idea what was going on with it.

...

I don't think it was that person's fault, but I don't really think anyone bothered to put anyone in charge who would understand how to handle the poor thing. So things got bad.

[messianic]

[... Oh. Oh no.]

Oh, Cynthia-san... [...That's so sad.]

I'm sorry. I didn't realize something like that happened... you should have been able to continue to help them.

[thejusticewagon]

...yeah, I think I should have, too. Or at least someone who knew what they were doing.

...

Or someone who cared.

[messianic]

... We'll fix it. When we get back... we'll find a way to fix things so that people who care--people like you, who can make an impact--can stay with things like that, Cynthia-san.

I bet that would make a world of difference.

[thejusticewagon]

...yeah. Yeah, that seems better than just leaving it all there. It might be tough, but... I've done tougher, you know?

[messianic]

I think you can do it.

[That's said very firmly.]

It suits you--that sort of work. Helping others, no matter what sort of person or thing they are.

[thejusticewagon]

I'm glad! I mean, that's what a hero should do, right? All the tales and stuff are a bonus.

[messianic]

[He tilts his head at that.]

Is that what you're striving for? To be a hero?

[thejusticewagon]

Yes, it is! I mean, technically I've already made it, but you never stop the heroism gig, you know?

[messianic]

Huh, really?

[He doesn't sound doubtful so much as just curious.]

You're already a hero, huh...? That's impressive.

[thejusticewagon]

Yeah! I helped saved the world back home. I mean, it was a team effort, so we're all heroes, but you know.

[messianic]

[Whoa.]

Seriously? That's amazing, Cynthia-san. You're incredible, doing something like that.

[thejusticewagon]

Heheh, right? I don't think I could've done it alone, but we're all really great.