rippled | yves

[ ...

hm. ]

... it is not cold at all, Yves.

[ . . . ]

I'm cold. I think it's... because I'm a ghost.

[ they are going to assume that he doesn't mean in the being dead in heaven sense. ]

And why do you say that?

[ looks down at his hands ]

I already died seven years ago. Even if I can touch people... it's so cold.

Oh.

How did you die...?

[ looks thoughtful ]

... was it... Scien?

[ hmmm. ]

Is Scien someone you know from home?

[ nods ]

Yes? [ a beat ] Which home?

[ ... ]

Well, you can tell me...?

[ . . . tilts head again??/ ]

B... Both?

[ oh this man's head is so confused. ]

It may be better if I ask you about this another time.