colder than a witch's tit in a brass bra

Hati squinted suspiciously at the woman's wording. Why had he come back? Had he left her at some point? She did look familiar... but he shook his head with a grunt. No. She meant come back to life. Because he was a fucking ghost. "Fuck if I know." He snorted through the bear skull, eyeing her. "My memories of my life are foggy thank fuck but I do remember you. I remember your face from my life, but you aren't the woman I know. You'd be dead by now. So who are you that you look like the brat I wasted my time mentoring when I was alive?" This was a long, long, long speech for the terse male, but he wasn't interested in playing Wise Old Spirit for anyone, so he'd turn the questions back on the magpie. Besides, his memory may have been faded and ragged but he remembered his days in Imperium, and he remembered being uncommonly fond of the woman who this magpie resembled.