[--okay, that's a slightly strange non-sequitur, but sure...?]
That may have true before, but things are different now where I come from. They're different here, too.
[He stands to move closer to the bed, offering her his hand: his skin is gray and cold, not like ice, but like the grave. He feels as dead as he looks.
He seems pretty happy about it, though.]
We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed; In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet: for the trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed.
[He gestures to himself, the corner of his mouth quirking slightly.]
[Spam]
That may have true before, but things are different now where I come from. They're different here, too.
[He stands to move closer to the bed, offering her his hand: his skin is gray and cold, not like ice, but like the grave. He feels as dead as he looks.
He seems pretty happy about it, though.]
We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed; In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet: for the trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed.
[He gestures to himself, the corner of his mouth quirking slightly.]
Some more than others.