Moonspear when someone leaves your life,

She responded to the prompting in the same way she had been walking, almost robotic. Jittery, though, as if she had been in a constant adrenaline high. The janky, stuttering movements of an old arcade animatronic, alive for so long but without repair.

Something that should have been shut down ages ago.

Tullik nodded her thanks to the odd-talker when she remembered to, though her eyes drifted to the peak again. She was meant to go up.

She wanted to, she needed to, but why?

This she could not put together. The puzzle pieces were scattered in a dark room, and the blistering bolts of clarity she got occasionally were akin to the flash of a Polaroid camera, lighting the room for only a second before everything fell into darkness again.

You are odd. Odd-talker. She was repeating herself, the words barely mumbled out.