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There's someone standing in between the trees.

Something, rather.

Simply standing.

There is something else, standing nearby.

Possibly it is a him.

Possibly it is Raven.

He looks at the ghost-boy, head tilted, black eyes bright.

Then he grins.

"Hello."

Santi's features light up with solemn joy, because it's this person, who was funny and kind.

The wind seems to sing.

Raven beams at him, bright and almost affectionate.

"It is very pretty, I think."

Also it is hanging up in his room. On the wall across from his dresser.

Raven has very few decorations.

Bubbles of quiet pride, he worked very hard at it, Raven should know.

He hasn't properly found his voice yet, so they're just thoughts pushed through the sky, for Raven to catch or miss as he'd like.

"Some memories are very tricky."

Raven knows that quite well.

"But sometimes it is not so bad."

He remembers now, he saw the pictures Raven took.

"Now or then, I think."

He grins.

"Things go, for you?"

Midsummer madness, and all. Santi's very confused as to what's going on with all that.

Raven goes still for a moment.

Then he wrinkles his nose.

"Some things are not so difficult to change, I do not think."

Santi should take heart.

Though perhaps it would help if Raven was better at being straightforward.

Oops?

And Yrael knows everything.

You can probably tell that, from Santi's tone.

"Soon is not so large a time, I do not think."

This is the equivalent of agreement.

Perhaps.

Santi is standing next to him (sudden quick just shifted) anyways, and reaches out to catch his hand.

"No."

Raven grins, letting Santi take his hand.

"It is a thing that is occasionally very entertaining."

Santi likes Raven in general, though. So either way is good.

Raven beams, reaching out to ruffle Santi's hair.

He apparently does not mind the blood.

"I do, also. It is handy, that."

People as a rule should like themselves.

"That, too."

Raven laughs, ruffling Santi's hair again.

It's important to like what you are.

"I am very good at teaching. So."

Possibly this has nothing to do with anything.

Possibly that last part is a lie.

It's hard being dead. Your everything stops wanting to change.

Something flickers in Raven's eyes for a moment.

Possibly it is something almost sad.

"You are wanting to remember, perhaps?"

Raven will help, if so.

Now... he still wants to, but he's very frightened.

"There is time yet, I think."

Usually.

Dead is occasionally tricky.

His fingers tighten on Raven's.

Raven's grip tightens in turn.

"I will be here. So."

He's not sure how it'd go.

"Trying does not always hurt."

Perhaps.

Sometimes it is not so comforting.

Santi shakes his head.

Raven's wrong. Dashed hopes are the worst of all.

Raven just looks at him, black eyes wide and bright.

"Things, I think, are always changing."

This might, too.

Santi doesn't understand that, so he watches him for a bit to see if he'll explain what he means.

Probably not, but he can hope, right?

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