[it would be incorrect to say that Zelman tenses up. rather, the room tenses up, a shuddering whisper passing through it. it belongs to someone who is both Zelman and not Zelman. which is weird as fuck.
oh, and Zelman turns into wisps of smoke, rematerializing a lot closer and standing properly.]
Prying eyes. Most of them are dead.
[he tilts his head back, looking at something up there...] Not by my hand. Not usually. Time kills better than anyone.
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oh, and Zelman turns into wisps of smoke, rematerializing a lot closer and standing properly.]
Prying eyes. Most of them are dead.
[he tilts his head back, looking at something up there...] Not by my hand. Not usually. Time kills better than anyone.