０１８ ☠ voice

[jemerite]

I want to breathe. I am tired of being cold and empty. How much longer.

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[cleaningstop]

Things will get better for you. I believe this will all my heart!

[jemerite]

I'll die, eventually.

[She doesn't... exactly mean to be circular with this, but... for a zombie, the final rest really is... what she looks forward to.]

[cleaningstop]

But until that moment comes, you should make the most of what time you do have.

[jemerite]

How is it best? I am already rotting.

[It's slow, there's an embalming quality to her blood, but the fact remains.]

[cleaningstop]

Hmmm... Have you ever wanted to do something but never got the opportunity to?

[jemerite]

[Honestly? She shakes her head.]

I always... did what I wanted.

[She'd been born a rich brat and had kept herself appropriately.]

[cleaningstop]

Wait, always?

Just like that?!

[jemerite]

Always. Now... I don't know what to want.

[cleaningstop]

In that case, that means that we should try out something new! Something you never thought you'd enjoy!

[jemerite]

[ Oh. Well... it seems so obvious when you say it like that. Zinc shuts up. ]

...Maybe.

[cleaningstop]

Now we just have to think of what exactly you can do!

...

Any ideas?

[jemerite]

[she shrugs, looking confused and a little sullen.]

I will think.

[cleaningstop]

Alright, good! You won't regret this, you'll see!