Phantom Hollow Out of the Frying-Pan into the Fire

You're dead! -- Some days, that sounded ideal -- You're not taking me with you! -- Wasn't planning on it, broseph -- You're not following me home! -- Dude, like he didn't already have enough problems with abandonment? For fuck's sake, what was this kid going on about?

Okay, first off, I'm not dead, Vercingetorix responded dryly. The fuck. . .you think you can talk to dead wolves? I mean. . .can you? he added, squinting dubiously at the young man. Because that's pretty cool; you'll have to say hello to some folks for me.

Shrugging, he continued. I dunno what you mean about the other stuff. I'm just out here hunting for my family. You don't live here, do you? He supposed that if he were trespassing, the fear would make more sense. But even then. . .