OVER (Open, ghost)

[GABRIEL]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9.4pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Yeah, Gabe was just convinced at this point that everyone was fucked. They all had skeletons in their closets, didn't they? Seemed like they were coming to life to pay visits to the people who put them there, and honestly, he was surprised he hadn't been paid a visit by the many people in his life who died on his watch, or died because of him. There was no shortage of faces in either category, honestly; just pick a card, roll the dice, pull the trigger- whichever manner of random selection was used in this spooky phenomenon of the visiting dead. It might be nice to see some of the sick fucks he put away floating around, detached from their bodies. It'd certainly make Gabe smug to know they were still dead as fuck, and still far removed from ever hurting anyone again. He could deal with a bit of haunting, no problem. Technically, to get all poetic and shit, he already was.

But not everyone was so content with most of their actions, or with the people they'd put six feet under- or in the bellies of vultures and worms. Gabe sure as hell didn't bury any of the murderers. Anyway. Ghosts. People's awful lives and histories.

Was there a day he wouldn't be this tired?

And there was Thea, having a conversation with ghost-mom. At this point, Gabe was gonna put on a tin foil hat and crawl into bed for the next month, until this shit blew over and he didn't have to deal with it anymore. "Opinions of the dead don't really matter. It's like...I don't know, asking a newborn child how to give birth." Gross example, but he figured it worked to highlight just how out of contact spirits were. And how shitty. What kind of person would ask a kid that? "Shoo fly."
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