[ He's solid when touched, but what does that tell her, when a corpse is equally solid?
Amusement... regret... some sort of undefined emotion crosses Ryoji's face, briefly, then he brings his hand up to touch a spot on his neck— two fingers over where the carotid artery would lie— then lifts his hand away. If Lucy wants to know, the proof is there, if not directly in his chest. Cool skin despite the warming spring afternoon, and more telling, there is no pulse. ]
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Amusement... regret... some sort of undefined emotion crosses Ryoji's face, briefly, then he brings his hand up to touch a spot on his neck— two fingers over where the carotid artery would lie— then lifts his hand away. If Lucy wants to know, the proof is there, if not directly in his chest. Cool skin despite the warming spring afternoon, and more telling, there is no pulse. ]