[ Toreth had just recently died, as well. He was certain of it. Lying on the slab like that, surrounded by drawers and drawers of the other dead. It felt fucking awful, dying. Not that he hasn't done it before, and maybe that's why he's less alarmed after coming to, even if he has no recollection of how he's ended up here in the first place.
He's still sitting on his slab, trying to catch his breath -- he thinks everything's in working order, he can wiggle his toes and his fingers and that feels fine -- when one of the drawers near him abruptly opens, and a young woman is gasping for air, struggling for it right by him.
He watches her for a moment, utterly fascinated by the process. How does it work? It's not until she starts struggling to speak and everything comes out a desperate rasp that he finally gets up, feet unevenly hitting the ground, and walks over to her. ]
Calm down.
[ His voice is fairly firm despite its disuse for the past... however long he's spent dead. If he can just get her calm and speaking, maybe she can tell him just exactly where the hell he is and what the hell is going on. ]
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He's still sitting on his slab, trying to catch his breath -- he thinks everything's in working order, he can wiggle his toes and his fingers and that feels fine -- when one of the drawers near him abruptly opens, and a young woman is gasping for air, struggling for it right by him.
He watches her for a moment, utterly fascinated by the process. How does it work? It's not until she starts struggling to speak and everything comes out a desperate rasp that he finally gets up, feet unevenly hitting the ground, and walks over to her. ]
Calm down.
[ His voice is fairly firm despite its disuse for the past... however long he's spent dead. If he can just get her calm and speaking, maybe she can tell him just exactly where the hell he is and what the hell is going on. ]