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Salvador's fingers drummed on the edges of his tea cup. He was anxious. His eyes constantly shifted between Coal and his video camera. Photo cameras, videocams, he was familiar with both. But this machine looked so different as the one he knew. It was heavier, dark, surely it had a lens. But there were no other matches with the models he knew. No wood. No sheet.
"I am not a ghost," he said as he took a sip of his lukewarm tea. "I am just half-alive," he added. Salvador was happy for the tea, it grounded him in this... Interview of sorts. Salvador was never photographed before, let alone filmed, so hardly knew how to act. Even drinking his tea happened with shaking hands and a wrinkled nose. Every tendon he tightened felt animatic and visible. "I have died." His voice trailed off. "I got better. A dead man walking." Salvador's gaze shifted from the lens, back to Coal. He quickly adjusted his gaze to his tea next. A dull Earl Grey blend, that lost its taste 23 seconds ago. "Ever since, I do sometimes feel like I can... Feel the other side of the Void," he said. "The… Dead space," he awkwardly explained. "Where ghost linger and duvels." Salvador pressed the edges of his finger against the cup. Allowing the skin to turn pale. "I know that sounds stupid. Ghost don't exist."
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For the first time, in a long time, Salvador was just looking out of his window. Not spotting. Not counting heads or tracking coins. Just looking.
The snowy hill landscape had something mesmerising. It was so very different from the city. Salvador's elbow leaned against the window frame, as his mind wandered.
Wondering if people with their wallets always filled and their stomachs always stuffed, could be so… Unaware. Salvador had completely forgotten about his tea. His ginger brew had gone completely untouched. He looked up as his friend started to speak. "Me too," he admitted to them. "Here we are safe." Salvador finally folded his own hands around his cup. Playing with its decorated handle.
"I am scared of the bad parts," he fleetly admitted. "I am worried," he said. Salvador's nose wrinkled as his gaze shifted to his teacup. , "I sometimes feel that what I am doing is wrong," he said. He knew what he was doing was wrong. Salvador lost his Heartfinger to thieving, his neck would be next. "Do you sometimes feel the same?" he asked the Sin. His lips twisted inwards."Let's not discuss this. Not now."
Salvador took a quick sip, then adjusted his gaze back to the window. Allowing NV to drink freely.
The train was slowing down and the knot in his stomach tightened. His family.
"You should meet them. My real family," he said. Shifting his gaze back to NV. "My mom… She made you some extra socks."