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He rubbed his chin in thought. "I can't recall."
Her brows furrowed in thought and she looked up at him. "Do you think I'm ready?"
"It was."
"I've been dead for awhile I think.. But I got shot. You keep the scar."
She tilted her head at him curiously, a spark of interest in her eyes. "Journeyman's Creation?"
"I know," he said quietly. "I feel the same way."
"Okay. I will wait."
"No, they were made that way. I'm dead too. Dead as a doornail, as they say."
She frowned, pausing just for a moment before continuing. "Organizing."
"Jeez.. Just say no or something."
He relaxed. "I missed you too."
"I know, but they won't."
"I'm glad. That's good, right?"
"This is the place for the general people, I suppose. It has its ups and downs and demons and angels of sorts. Over time you conform and just get...
Aspen went to her workbench, sitting down and organizing meticulously, putting things into their proper place.
"This isn't Heaven. I mean.. It exists but this certainly isn't Hell. Nobody goes to Heaven, really. It's kinda like all the people in charge only."
She hesitated, glancing back at Mr. Pemberly. "Oh.. I'm not sure.."
He nodded, slipping off. "Right." He gestured to the building. "This is a school of sorts. It's mostly a place for hobbyists to do what they want...
Aspen locked up the cage and offered it to her gently. "You can. She's all fixed now."
"Well.. You should have remembered what happened to you. Or why you're here. But that doesn't seem to be the case." He frowned, adjusting his...
