And he laughs again, louder this time and his face hurts from all the smiling.
"I don't know. I don't know why I'm laughing, it's just-- funny?"
Except for all the ways it's not. The Market people had asked for spirits in return for goods and information, maybe when they die here-- the people, when they die like Eliot died, and they don't come back. It's because there's a similar deal with the spirits. The ones who can communicate. The ones who can twist a person's mind.
"It's really not funny, but I just can't-- I can't stop."
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And he laughs again, louder this time and his face hurts from all the smiling.
"I don't know. I don't know why I'm laughing, it's just-- funny?"
Except for all the ways it's not. The Market people had asked for spirits in return for goods and information, maybe when they die here-- the people, when they die like Eliot died, and they don't come back. It's because there's a similar deal with the spirits. The ones who can communicate. The ones who can twist a person's mind.
"It's really not funny, but I just can't-- I can't stop."