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"I'm just possessing my own corpse. Eventually, I'm gonna fall apart and rot..."
"Only I'm still technically dead.." He replied.
Narrowleaf's corpse began to twitch and move. "Just gotta... One more... There!" He said, trotting over.
"I... I have an idea.." Narrowleaf said as the armor collapsed.
"But if I don't, what kind of husband would I be?" Narrowleaf asked.
"S-sorry... I hate myself whenever you cry..."
Narrowleaf shook his head. "Y-You don't cry.." He replied.
Whatever Narrowleaf was going to say was replaced with loud sobbing.
"I'm so s-sorry..." He mumbled once more. "I... I..."
"I know... C-can you ever forgive m-me..?" Narrowleaf asked, sobbing. "Brisk..."
"I thought I had another few thousands... I... I... I'm... S-s-sorry..."
"I... I'm s-sorry..." Narrowleaf mumbled, sounding as if he were crying.
"Yeah. When I have a physical host." Narrowleaf replied.
"Hmm... Hopefully forever. I have no clue." Narrowleaf replied.
"Yep. That's my corpse." He said, pointing to his body. "Just lying there..."
"It's alright! I'm just now your knight in shining armor." Narrowleaf replied. "I'm also dead..."
"Right here!" He said, trotting back inside. "I'm a ghost... In a suit of armor..."
"Hmm... Maybe if I..." Narrowleaf said, trotting through a decorative suit of armor. "There we go!" He said, taking possession of it.
"Brisk?! Can you see me?! C'mon... I'm right here!" He said, trotting in a circle.
"Brisk? Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up..." He asked over and over, trying to nudge her awake.
