Nico looked down at the dark-skinned girl, his hair falling into his face just as if he were alive. "She hasn't woken up yet, Will."
"Give her some time." Will walked over from the doorway. "She just died like ten minutes ago. Her body's still here and everything."
"Not for long." Nico eyed the two slaves that had been told to come retrieve the body. "I wonder where they're gonna put it."
"I don't think it matters." Will watched as they carried the body out, but the spirit of the girl remained on that wooden floor. "She'll be stuck here just like us."
Nico sat back against the wall. "How long will it take?"
Will shrugged as he sat next to him. "Could be an hour, honestly."
Nico sighed in frustration as he laid his head on Will's shoulder. In the dimly lit room, they could be alone with their thoughts and away from the living. Even though the living couldn't see them, even though they couldn't hear them, they still felt uncomfortable in the same room as them. It hurt to be walked through, it felt weird to see the habits that people did when they thought they were alone. It was an invasion of privacy on both ends.
"Do you think she'll be scared of us?" Nico asked. "I mean...she's going to be confused. She might not believe that she's dead."
"We'll make her believe." Will wrapped an arm around Nico's shoulders. "She'll be okay. She'll learn not to be afraid of us."
"And we'll help her get revenge against her killer," Nico muttered. "It makes me sick to think he'll just keep going about life like nothing happened."
"I know, me too." Will rubbed Nico's arm. "We'll get him. I promise."
