felix carlucci.

“So, it’s true? You can bring back the dead exactly how they were before? No clicking or groaning side-effects?”

Felix waited patiently for Rosita to finish her brief conversation before he approached her, hand meeting her shoulder for comfort. He’d been lucky enough to find most of his family, but they were still in search of a way to help hers, and his resulting guilt was undeniable. It wasn’t fair. “That doesn’t look like it was good news. But we’ll keep at it, there’s plenty of people here we haven’t spoken to yet, so…” he gave her a squeeze and nodded, trying to be reassuring. Finding his sisters had reignited some of the hope he’d lost, and he wanted to share it. “As for the groaners… I don’t think people here are even aware they exist. They need us more than they realise. All this noise is gonna’ draw a hoard eventually, and they need to be prepared.”