if i had a voice i would sing

He was confused, but he was also numb, unable to truly understand the meaning of all this. He was dead. He had died. Somehow he had already known that but his mind had been trying to protect him, he had wanted to stay asleep forever and never truly understand what had happened. But now he had to face it. His mothers words washed over him rather then hit him, nothing really seeming to drag him out of the daze he was in and he would continue to stare off into the distance. He would blink a few times, swaying as if the weight of the world was suddenly setting down on him before steadying himself once more and continuing to stare. It seemed like a long time before finally he would turn his massive skull to his mother, blinking a few more times before his jaw would slacken and study her again. A few expressions would slip over his features ranging from rage and confusion to hope and happiness. "We can contact the living? How?" His intensity was sudden and abrupt, lifting his frame to his huge paws so he was standing before her. If he could contact the living did that mean he could see Azalea again? Could he tell her everything he had always wanted to tell her?

Speech!