âPeople donât come back from the dead, kid. Not ever.â
âAfter everything that I have been through do you honestly think I do not know this?â Death alone was a touchy subject to the drifter. He knew the other was probably only trying to help him in a way, but the words, they stung and angered him. There were plenty of good people that were lost to the madness of his world
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A small beep sounded and Drifterâs droid floated to him. The boy put away the new blade and reached out to gently cup his hands under it holding it there.
âI wonder what awaits us here.â He said softly. So far it was nothing good, but Jackal was there so he was definitely heading the right way. âDo you read anything?â A small beep left the little machine to reply as a no. âAlright.â
While his companion relied on technology to tell him what was around he relied on his pets in the ground. Machines were faulty but magic rarely failed. He heard whisperings from his undead pets that they were alone for now. Still he knew they were ready for battle even when they laid still underground.















