Whatever We Do It's Too Little, Too Late [Jigsaw]

*Jigsaw* · 10-20-2021, 07:55 PM

Askell did not think he was crazy, in fact it seemed both boys heard the same ethereal voice. "Yes, I heard him too." Jigsaw confirmed, attempting to keep his voice from shaking. Why both yearlings were called by their deceased father, Jigsaw couldn't even begin to understand. He'd never really allowed himself to believe in religion or the supernatural (or really anything that he couldn't see and touch) but the voice was clear, familiar and undeniably his father.

It sounded once more and Askell turned to him as he turned to his brother. "Spirit world?" Jigsaw questioned hesitantly. It didn't seem like a real thing to him, but how could he deny it to Askell when their father was beckoning them forward? As unlikely as he wanted to believe it to be, there did seem to be a sense of urgency in the detached ghostly voice. "Okay!" He agreed, sprinting after his brother after the fireflies. "We're coming, Dad! Where are you??"

"Speech"

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