[center][color=silver]He glances at Charlie whom looked to be about... 1.2 centuries old with the greying hair, thinking nothing of her outfit for its make and material surely didn't look all that different from the rest of the people here. Then, he glanced back at the general space in front of him, all the vehicles slowly driving past. "[color=gold]Lost, no. I think I'm right where I need to be. I just don't know [i]why[/i]...[/color]"
Burberry raised his arms and stretched out a yawn, mouth closed, then slumped and idly thumbed the gold ring he realized he's still holding.
"[color=gold]Is this the afterlife? One of the afterlives? I don't want to seem ungrateful to any higher power if this [i]is[/i] the afterlife, but it just seems very... mundane, and polluted.[/color]"
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