He felt guilty. Yeah– That was the word. Guilty. An emotion he'd picked up pretty recently, actually. Not one of his favourites. Out of all the crazy intricate things the human experience had to offer, it seemed to like showering Sissel in all the nasty ones first.
But guilty he felt, anyway. For a multitude of reasons. Chiefest of which was he was about to contact an old friend, and he was too scared to even do it face-to-face.
Of course, it’d be a new face he'd be showing off, due to some strange wish of the cosmos. It wouldn’t be the first time... But this was something a little different. Maybe he was intimidated by this differentness, as he found that he couldn’t keep up a corporeal manifestation. Nuts.
( ‘Alright, Sissel. Here goes nothing...’ )
He reached out a paw–– No, a hand– And connected with an old friend’s core of the dead.