"you’re actually here?" (they're old fucks and they're at an ex co-worker's funeral >:( )
The moustache is an odd touch. It makes the thick growth along his own jaw itch. “'Course I am,” he pitches his voice low, “and, y’know, I could say the same to you.” Of course I am, he says, as if he knows any more about this man than Pneuma or the rest of them, as if he isn’t putting on a show for posterity’s sake like most of the faces in this room. Nameless Faceless had a spouse and children. He owned a home. He once killed things and was paid for it. Nameless Faceless used to be alive, that much they can agree on.
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