Got a death wish? [ she asks in all honesty. Her attempts at casual always come off best when the subject matches her latent intensity, so she's chill asking a perfect stranger about his mental problems. He's not the only one put off by it but she wouldn't count herself among his peers there. The resurrection discovery bothers her less than the dampening of her powers or the perma-pause on her biological clock. She's sick and tired of losing friends. Even got one back from the grave, if that's not too good to be true. Maybe without abilities to give you some delusion of control, being master of your mortality is all you've got.
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Kinda sad, dude. ]