...
-Scrunches up the grass in her hands-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-The metal rod twists and flops like a piece of spaghetti, but suddenly jerks into life as the red hand goes flying into the mound of nonsense behind him-
Shiny, huh?
Lessee what we've got h- Oh boy, this is a big one!
-The hand yanks out an alien, horrifiying head-
I AM NEBENENZOTH, LORD OF THE LEGIONS OF THE FIFTH ABY-
-It is just as promptly shoved back in as the hand resumes its digging-
Eheh, sorry about that one, things just get lost in there, sometimes.
-He then digs out-
-Dear God-
-That is a suit of clothing basically composed entirely of rhinestones-
There we go, it's both shiny and a shirt!
-Seems pretty tense, but doesn't resist Hugefriend-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?...I had a family and a home. It wasn't... it wasn't like everyone else's, maybe, but it was ours, and we...
...
I fucked it up. I cheated. We... Tifa was — we had Denzel, of course, and the rest of the kids that had stopped by. Tifa had wanted to have a baby, but I'm... I can't. I found a way, though. Old Things. Had a son. He only made it eighteen months.
I wasn't supposed to do that, and now it's gone now, forever. I should have been gone too, but I'm not. Don't know why. Don't really care.
Like I said, none of it matters now. Just gotta keep finding new bodies to latch onto after they go bad, but it's never right. I'm not alive. I'll never be alive, or dead. The Lifestream's gone. I shouldn't exist, and it feels... hollow. Like being tired and restless and dying all at once. -Hiccups-
The booze helps, though.
Please don't be sad. Please.
I'm sorry. I'll stop talking.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

"... three... four hours a day?"