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Ghalano spread some more Purple on his wound, and his steps became firmer. he seemed more sure of himself. He meandered towards the lobby, as he had the sudden impression that he wanted to look at the statues of Calano and Wizard.

Ghalano waves at patients as he wanders. He looks down, and realizes that A) He's literally just floating, not actually walking, and B), He's grayer than he first thought. There's barely any color on him. He then realized C) He has strange thoughts sometimes. The light of the After vanished, and the sobbing figure went back to sobbing.

Ghalano wanders the halls, whistling merrily and messing with the Purple in his pocket. It's... kind of weird being a ghost.

Far far away, in a Limbo of a Mind, a sobbing figure feels the comfort of a soul soon to join him. It stops his sobbing, only for a second. He looks up, for the first time in forever. And sees the white of the After. The white of his Love. It is beautiful.

Ghalano, for some reason, grabbed Lark's arm and twisted it. Lark flipped over, slamming backside down into the ground, immediately knocking the breath out of him. He was momentarily stunned. "No." Ghalano said simply. Then he walked away to wander some more, praying Lark would please leave him alone.

"He did what was right." Ghalano broke free of Lark's grip. "He did what was right, giving Sanderfans a place where they could be together and enjoy themselves. It was never about the cure, Lark, don't you see? "It Was Never About The Cure."

"I don't know where he is. I don't think you should bring him back. He might not be the same. Ever. Can you handle killing someone absolutely defenseless? Would that be able to sit comfortably in your already fragile mental state, Lark?" Deep down, Ghalano wondered where these words were coming from.

Ghalano blanched, and what little color remained in his face fled. He grabbed some purple, and spread it over his wound. His fear dissolved. He planted his feet and slid to a stop, resisting Lark's grasp. "I don't know who you are," Ghalano said, "Or if I did, I don't remember. But I do know this. You are clearly afraid. Afraid of whatever Calano did while he was still alive. But I am not him. Curing me, whatever that means, would only kill me." Ghalano was speaking words he didn't know he knew how to speak. He spoke, resisting Lark's grasp, and somehow what he said felt true. The tests had revealed that the Purple was a powder made of heavily concentrated, magical Valium, a common drug to help with fear. Magic had turned it purple, and tweaked it a bit, but the structure and effect of it was the same. It was more powerful and less dangerous as well.

Ghalano gave Lark a puzzled look. "I'm dead. I'm just... here for some reason. I am dead."

"Oh, hello there! What do you mean, if I die now? I'm already dead."

Calano lay on the bed, suddenly feeling dizzy. He muttered something about a... a Limbo? He didn't know what that was, or why he had said it. He sat up, looking down at the wound on his leg. Why did it have to be healed? It didn't hurt. Ghalano, as he was calling himself now, a combination between the word 'ghost' and his name, got out of bed and began wandering the halls. He whistled, randomly fingering the Purple in his pocket, which he never seemed to run out of.

Calano began to mutter. "I can't remember... I don't know... It hurts, it hurts, it hurts... I'm sorry, Emma, I'm sorry..." Calano sobs again, wrapping his arms around himself. "I don't, I don't, I don't." He turns around slowly, and his eyes are bloodshot, full of rage and grief. His mutterings turn to shouts. "I don't, I don't, I don't! I don't know you! I don't know you!" "Leave!" He shouts, and Bookwyrm and Ranryu are forcefully ejected from Calano's mind. They vanish, and Calano sobs again, sitting back down in the center of the kitchen. He cries. And cries. And cries some more. The whispers return, and he sobs harder.

...Gone, gone, gone... ...You could have done more... ...You should feel guilty... ...Pathetic, arrogant, stupid... ...Weak, you couldn't even save your own friend... Calano sobbed harder in his mindscape. In the gray mindscape, Calano looked like normal. No wound on his legs, flush with color and emotion because of his grief. It definitely appeared to be him.

@The Bookwyrm Bookwyrm falls into the mindscape of the ghostly, shy Calano. It doesn't look like a normal mindscape. It's a house. A severely dilapidated and worn down house. In the center of the kitchen, a sobbing Calano sits, clutching his knees and rocking back and forth. Creaking sounds throughout the whole house, and unintelligeble whispers sound throughout the house as well. Calano sobs harder when the whispers reach him, and mutters things. @Ranryu Ranryu falls next to Bookwyrm, and immediately notices the empty plate, cup and utensils on the table. Sitting at the table is a mannequin. A mannequin that looks exactly like Wizard. In the next chair, is a mannequin that looks like Emma. Then one that looks like Thaidakar. All around the table are mannequins that look like Calano's friends. @The Wandering Wizard Emma turns, and sees Calano. But not her Calano. This Calano has his eyes scratched out, a gaping wound in his thigh, and a dead gaze. But he acts like the old Calano that just found Wizard. "I found you, Emma!" He says, and he laughs. Wizard comes around the corner and doubles over in laughter, for no apparent reason.

"I don't... I... I remember feelings. Glimpses of emotion. But no actual memories. I'm sorry." Calano looked truly apologetic.

Calano shook his head. "Should I?"

"There's a lot of people right now, and I don't know most of you. Can someone explain to me what's going on? I don't know why I'm here, or why I look like this, but what's going on?" Calano looked around fearfully at everyone, then reached into his pocket, pulled out some Purple, and spread it across the wound on his leg.

"I'm... I'm not sure I'd like that... But if you think it's necessary." Calano begins to twiddle his thumbs.

Calano stared at Bookwyrm. "I don't remember any of this. I'm sorry, I... I don't understand."

Calano walked over and sat next to Bookwyrm, looking at him with eyes empty of emotion and knowing. Innocence was what filled them instead. "What do you mean?" He asked. "Is it about my memories? I'm afraid I don't remember much. There was a lot of fighting, a lot of fear, and anger." He reached into his pocket. "Here," He said, proffering towards Bookwyrm some Purple, "Have some Purple. It'll help your fear go away."

Calano looked up, smiling shyly. He spoke, and his voice was higher pitched and not as sure of itself as before. "Oh." He said, "Hello there! Do I... do I know you?"

Bookwyrm also noted that the mind was... fuzzy, to say the least. Not full. Missing some pieces.

*massive hugs and cuddles* noooo facepalm im so sorryy that sucks. we're all here if you need to talk, and I'm sure she's in a better place now. *hugs again* im so sorry :(((