A Point for Mr. Teatime

[deaths_heritor]

Well, that was invigorating.

Children, I hope you remembered those papers on the irony inherent in the title of Sense and Sensibility.  Literary analysis waits for no man.  Pokey Minch, Kaguya Houraisan, and other interested parties, report to me tomorrow if you'd like to take that long overdue exam for placing out of class.

[filtered to teachers and

Comments

[strike_you_out]

[Whenever he next sees her.]

...

What was it like?

[deaths_heritor]

. . . Painful, of course, though not very exciting otherwise.

[strike_you_out]

[He hangs back by the wall looking carefully collected (though the concealed look of terror may be seen through the mask should she happen to catch a glimpse of his eyes) and somewhat morbidly fascinated.

This is not the first time he's seen someone die in this place and return to life perfectly in tact, but it's the first time he's seen it happen to someone he may as well respect. Somehow this makes it different.]

Did you see anything?

[deaths_heritor]

My life didn't flash before my eyes, if that's what you're wondering. Nor did I see a bright light other than what would be natural for the sun shining through my eyelids.

. . . I suppose I hallucinated my Grandfather for a brief moment.

[strike_you_out]

Why him?

[deaths_heritor]

He has the unfortunate habit of lingering around deaths.