[Don't remind him. Not having his sword has made him feel more helpless than he's ever been, even more so than when he'd "died". He doesn't protest or really say anything when she shoves him, simply letting it happen as he staggers just slightly and-
...why? Why did he stagger? Normally, Siouxsie can shove at him all she wants and it'd be like trying to push a wall. And while he is still solid, there's a level of unbalance to this body that he can't really place. The frantic beat of his heart in his chest is distracting, and he's painfully aware of his palms sweating and the moisture in his mouth he shouldn't actually have.
He doesn't like it.
He looks out the window again along with Siouxsie, staring intently at the confused humans milling about.]
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...why? Why did he stagger? Normally, Siouxsie can shove at him all she wants and it'd be like trying to push a wall. And while he is still solid, there's a level of unbalance to this body that he can't really place. The frantic beat of his heart in his chest is distracting, and he's painfully aware of his palms sweating and the moisture in his mouth he shouldn't actually have.
He doesn't like it.
He looks out the window again along with Siouxsie, staring intently at the confused humans milling about.]
What are they?